these saturdays - fudge lyrics
[bridge]
hey
ey
ey
ey
ey
ey
now i’m flying, soaring
now i’m out
these sat-rdays, these sat-rdays
i feel like young joc
no more magic ooh ooh ooh
these sat-rdays, these sat-rdays
yeah
now i said back the f-ck off of me, i’m drunk
these sat-rdays, these sat-rdays
think i’m paul mccartney, kanye
these sat-rdays, these sat-rdays
[verse 1]
sat-rday morning, watching my new sh-t
being a nuisance, mama might lose it
she be complaining that i ain’t do dishes
but i got cereal waiting and i got to get it
criss-cross how i’m sitting
this xbox ain’t stopping, this (?) juice hitting
and now when its sat-rday morning i got me a headache from sinning
parlay with police, don’t want go to prison
they pulled us over ’cause they think we n-gg-s
they look for guns, all we got is some slippers
searching for (?) like the biggest contender
[break]
[verse 2]
ey
ey
now i’m back at it, craftmatic
wasn’t running, asthmatic
sat-rday my -ss napping
all defense on, ask madden
little -ss n-gg- had to grew up quick
mtv jams, i seen screwed up click
if i go out imma do dumb sh-t
somethings won’t change and i knew that sh-t
they try and k!ll us, candy and soda
they pull us over, filling that quota
mama be worried, i don’t be sober
she never lying, but it ain’t over
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