Lyrics:
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way
And live from New York I'm catching wreck on a Saturday
"Live from New
bye"
See a crowd, turn around
Y'all can pass me by
Clipped wings, man
I ain't no social butterfly
The doors are open and I'm watching bodies filling
a little action in
Saturday, yeah
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright
Saturday, yeah
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright
Saturday, yeah
to the end where it all began
Spread your wings and fly away
Spread your pretty little wings and fly
Spread your wings and fly away
Spread your pretty little
and no place to go
Your momma won’t momma won’t let you go
Under her wing momma’s little baby got boots and bling
That your momma don’t need to know about
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
a whispering man sound as if he cries,
Saturday
Saturday, oh Saturday
How cruel of you to go away
You turn us on and you don't even have the decency to stay
We
Mama told me not to waste my life (ah-hoo)
She said "Spread your wings, my little butterfly" (ah-hoo)
Don't let what they say keep you up at night
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
Now if you've ever been down to New Orleans
Then you can understand just what I mean
All through the week it's quiet as a mouse
But on Saturday night
Till up in a tower I heard some bells chime
I saw a great goldfish take wing like a swan
And told me that Saturday wouldn't be long
And oh will you meet
Hammerin' a nail
Stackin' them bales
I'm dog tired by the five o'clock hour
But I'm ready to raise some hell
And Jesse's gettin' ready
I'm
Hammerin' a nail
Stackin' them bales
I'm dog tired by the five o'clock hour
But I'm ready to raise some hell
And Jesse's gettin' ready
I'm
The savior of my sanity
The link wasn't supposed to be missing
Hence the calamity
Webs of calculated deception lures
Words to demise
So pocket your little
And every night she would say
Help my boy began
Take the lord by the hand
Let the little boy sing
Got a feeling that takes you home
Got a melody of his
by
Stop in at the Saturday Night Fish Fry
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was
looking lovely, Friday looking calm, Saturday's looking ugly
Good energies love me, It's only Him that's above me
Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday and Monday drove
we go, here we go again)
Fallen angels with broken wings
And all I need is just, is
Just a little more time, a little bit
I said a little more love
that grow your wings
VERSE 1
First time fixing the tools you always did
Now you’re not here it seems I knew so much I hid Hour by hour, you fly a little
Little girl singing on a Saturday night
Always saying she does nothing right
Blames it on kids and the fact that she's single
Never wants to go out
Think that today
I'll go down by the sea
Think that today
It was made for me.
Pack myself a lunch
And I will pack myself ahead
All today is
And before sound scan, I'm ate by the streets
You, you real funny to me
Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave
Talkin' about Ki's, that you
trapped
You use words, only me understands
Remember you wrote these few lines
I repeat them, by going
Fly with wings, little Romeo
Fly with wings
sittin' there side by side
Live from New York, It's Saturday Night!
It's a French kiss, Italian ice,
Spanish moss in the moonlight
Just another
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