Lyrics:
Are all inhabited by slowly-aging
'very hip young people',
They appear to be casting
Sinister glances toward him
Through their glinting acid burn-
Out
for my homies, Pat and DJ Screw
R.I.P. dawg cause I really miss you
Boy I'ma stay true, until the day I fall
East coast and West coast, this is how we
But I
Can only read fax by candlelight
Dead technology
Oh baby be flip phone cause I
Will always be your game-boy
But I
can only read fax by candlelight
By your side boy here I stand
If you're looking for a lover baby here I am
By your side boy here I stand
If you're looking for a lover baby here I am
love our music slowed down by screw
[Lil' Flip]
Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
Major labels don't even wanna call these boys
[Lil' Flip]
you're right! Good ear! This is reminiscing music, Oscar!
Oh boy this should be good.
I see you in the living room with an game on your ipad
Oh man
You
man Caprice own
You finna take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn
Cuz I need me that bag and I need me them keys
Young trey big boy now he AP
Used to wanna cop the rollie I was only sixteen
now every day we
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
to get it on with you
She said take me on a trip, I want to see the ocean
Boy, I love your motion. Take me out that way
I've been to the Great Lakes, but
talkin' 'bout that nigga from 'The Lost Boys'
The barrel was too big, you had to see the fall
You had to see that havin' it all was just a casualty of war
catch em at night
Send his soul flying yeah just like a kite do
That boy gone see what that light bout
Trapping I never got caught by the jakes
Nigga I
a struggle
Soldiers fall everyday
And it never gets easy
Rip Fat T
Free my boy Big Ken
Gone be a block party
When they let you out the pen
Funk not doing all
shit, front of his fuckin boys
Fuck that, I'm lockin that bolt back
Loadin that gat, here that glock come, [gunshot]
Out'cha fuckin' head... standin
on the rise
Been tryna focus on my music cause I cant fall behind
Stay distracted by my 9-5 but I gotta survive
People have asked me why I keep this idea alive
and I want it
Hold my body boy, pull me close
One by one
You have taken me higher
We got no Bic or no lighter
Think I'm ready, I'm letting go
One
All alone here on a Saturday
Missed out, I don't know what to say
Fall hard in between the ups and downs
Scrapped knees crying out without a sound
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
out
My room all by my lonely
Live from the bathroom drain
Somewhere it's Saturday and I
Hope I could see your face
Last time I felt alive and I
Major fomo wanna have fun
Someone's gotta pick the flow up
Because if not I'm gonna fall off
Promise Imma go out like Lebron
Goat status yeah that's what
wood with wheel on
With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit
Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down
the meantime
Meantime
Frequent liar mileage
As if I had a choice
Limp to the edge of patience
And let yourself fall
Wearing out mirrors
All over the world
I hope
ain't even trapping
I know I rhyme and flow like I'm really rapping
But I ain't even rapping, I'm just speaking with an accent
Staring out my window
boy
[Chorus: x2]
Whys everybody hate on me
Cause I'm young comin' up my own way
I got a bottle and a bag of seed
You can call me Saturday.
You
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