Lyrics:
face in front of your eyes
If I'm not awake on a Saturday
Put me on your wing let me go away
Take me to the place that I always know
In my heart it waits
Maybe you'll be home again
Just don't tell me what to do
You know that you're crazy too
People, going no where along their Saturdays
Feeling, home
Well I took my baby dancin on a' Saturday night, yea, I took my baby dancin' on a Saturday night
Her daddy said get her home by 10, but she loves
then the struggle only temporary
Watching anime up on my Saturday
Got the homie with me so I pass the jay
Had a crazy night I'm glad we made it safe
New form, old medium
Lukewarm, break the tedium
Tedious deviant little relation to media
Social in circles diameter closer than, fuck
I see the way
smelled smoke
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
Buzzing
all busted lookin' just a little to wise child
I just can't wait
I just can't wait for Saturday night
For Saturday night
For Saturday night
and pick you up
And anyone who wants to go for a ride
And if you want to have a drink
There's some bottles by the sink
There'll be 20,000 people
stand on your own, you think you are high
I've got the wings so I could get by
I could get by
I could get by
Wings, carry me away
Wings, take me
Billy, the bum lived by the thumb
And sang of the hobo's delight
He'd prove he could run
Twice as fast as the sun
By losing his shadow at night
Now
a dark parking lot
That's when I knew I was falling in love
I think I'm falling for you
Saturday night by the park, it was getting dark
Too much too little
deeper and falling a little bit
And I'm more bent by the end of this chorus
I'm starting to think I'm already weak
And you're just standing there watching
and Clarence Thomas on my worst, but even my worst doesn't erase the supreme of my being
I'm B. B. King on Saturday night and Martin Luther King on Sunday
deeper and falling a little bit
And I'm more bent by the end of this chorus
I'm starting to think I'm already weak
And you're just standing there watching
gonna ask for your number,
So I can give you a dial,
Oh, Saturday went by too fast,
For me to even say goodbye,
I know I got a little bit too high,
Saturday night and the beat don't stop
Crash the party on the whole damn block
Saturday night and the beat don't stop
Crash the party on the whole
Mama told me not to waste my life
She said spread your wings my little butterfly,
Don’t let what they say keep you up at night
And if they give you
Yea the sun out so my boy wanna trap today
When you get money every day like Saturday
Niggaz lying he get stuck with a cappin' face
Niggas ratting
It's Saturday Evening and I'm lost in a haze
Yeah the Sun's up
And my guns out
Yeah my funds up
Never runs out
Yeah yeah
I've been running 'round
when I can't see
Dreams coming true, what am I going to do
The weekend fight
Once again here on a Saturday
Passed by all the things I want to say
Far
Cause I remember Saturday
Here's another memory
Picture passing by
Trying to get noticed
Be idealised
Question after question
Lingering through my mind
the tracks
Real late last Saturday night.
I knew he was mad when I got to the pad,
Cause he left me a real nice surprise.
He dropped a little message in
c hammer and a nail, stacking them bails
I'm dog tired by the five o'clock hour
But I'm ready to raise some hell
cnd Jesse's getting ready, I'm
speaks
Too busy talkin' bout the bad girl down the street
Saturday satan Sunday saint...
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