Lyrics:
painting things,
in accordance with my weird ordinance.
my style is glass cutter, delicate/intense.
why, i haven't the mind for books,
shooting out
it
[ VERSE 2 ]
You see, the book of life has flipped so many pages
The styles have changed over ages and ages
If it don't get better, then I suppose
Dodds has been a staple and the photog,
Ansel Adams captured her essence, so regal
Even Hank Ketcham comics and children's books by Dr. Seuss
Were
Give me some of that brain slap
Give me some of that monster pop
While I watch those Saturday Cartoons
Roll me up that sticky grass
Let me shake that
and book a holiday
Temporary fix, temporary pain
Just remember if you hide it doesn't go away, ay
Life gave me lemons, I made lemonade, ade'
My dealer got
weapon of choice
You need an invoice at least 60K
To try to book me…
How many times I gotta tell ya
I am not a rookie…
Vet numbers as a youngster
On my
It feel like a Saturday, I'm riding with the baddest bitch
And if you see my cabbages, just know that I'm the rabbit bitch
And if you want to tag
stadiums
We would get out if we knew just how with the radio on
Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off
On by the reverend who shouts
And the one he sent away
Was the only one who stayed
With a spoon and a decent book
And you can tell by the way she looks he is sorry and resigned
It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways.
If I had any sense I'd maybe go away for a few days.
Be that as it may, I can only say I am
Saturday morning
Every hand you've held is here
You've cheered our spirits you've calmed our fears
Even in mourning
We can't help but smile through
I'm glad that Monday is done
Then Wednesday
And Thursday fly by
Then on Friday and Saturday night
We get happy till Sunday is through
Siesta
need
Too many here come back Saturday
Don't be concerned
There's too many words to say
Some things will never change
So many faces seemed to pass me
cause i got alotta plans
Juggling the books gotta study for exams
Burning through time, burning through it by the gram
Think about my ma, she alone in
yah
Law tryna book us, the music too loud they ain’t shutting us down
House full of balloons, welcome to the party
I been on a high girl and you got me
and talented
Lemme Check my Calendar
I can book you next year on a Saturday
This shit was a grind not luck
If you not down get tf round from us
Imma
Diltz print of Joni
I got a Joni book signed by Joni
I got a real deal passport of a Mynah Bird
I got the best damn rekkids that you never heard
I got
remember those latter days
Them tubleware, soul food platter days
That was ya mom little hustle on a Saturdays
Back then, when it really didn't matter
You know this life ain’t gon always treat you right
But stand strong cause he’s always by your side
And with that we can conquer anything and be
Staring at me when your stand up naked
Book a Air BnB, when we in bed
Took her hair to leap to me, and brought her to my chin
Look at Saturday
yeah
Keep em in disguise and nigga don't ya blink
See yeah Saturday, we robbed another nigga at the rink
The beats was always showin' up at my rest
need me a whole
Doing 180's, I learned how to pivot
Regardless of views I stay pushing my limits
Don't pay any mind to those fooled by the digits
If you
When I planned a day you showed up late
And I'd forget about it once or twice
So I sat outside that Saturday
And read a book to pass the time to wait
rivers
Talking everglades
Rolling up this square grouper
Bomb squad
Star trooper
On a Saturday
No buying or selling
I quit the filthy lucra
Dividends from
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