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letra de saturday mornings - cordae

[intro: cordae]
yeah, ayy
yeah, uh
lord
ayy
yeah

[verse 1: cordae]
i’m dealing with a lot of problems, i know if y’all can relate

the chopper’s singin’ like justin bieber
the most effective leaders have closed mouths and open ears
likе the nile, i can flow for years

i conquer fears, running up them m’s and drive my momma tears

turned down a movie role to finish the album
i pray the outcome is good

carrying water, chopping the wood
but you gon’ always have motion if the product is good
lord knows it’s crazy how i can just text hov
and run plays on the weekend, it’s more than just xo’s
when i dropped my first album i was nervous, my chest froze
plans gon’ be executed like n-ggas on death row
bought a new f-ckin’ crib, but that sh-t is an escrow
got my credit score low as my self-esteem but i grow
it’s a yellow beam when i glow
i have mellow dreams when i smoke
to my fellow kings, keep the hope
i thank elohim that i woke up this morning

i prayed and hoped for this moment and if i post it, i own it
no cap for me, we get money like athletes

if we being completely honest, me and the mic got chemistry
boy, i got this down to a science, i promise you i ain’t lying
get love in every borough, my n-ggas are very thorough
wish a n-gga would like timmy, bro send ’em to fairy world

i might crash the mercedes
my life flashed from a baby
i reminisce on the daily
my penmanship what ya pay me
it’s time to get the bacon, this sh-t is biscuits and gravy
time to break fast, to keep it real, how long the fake last
new year, same goals, stay out the way and make cash
the competition, d-mn, we wave past
i need more real love and less fake laughs, huh
[interlude: cordae]
just let it breath
let it breath

[verse 2: lil wayne]
uh
i need more real love and less fake laughs

i’ma need a little love from your hatin’ ass

need less yes-men and more amens
i’ma need more real prayers and less prayer hands
i’m smoking straight gas, no brake pads
you smoking bubba dub, n-gga straight trash

she deep throat the whole d-ck, but couldn’t take half
i take a n-gga life before he take the stand
take some drugs and take off, take some when i land

i’m a goat, n-gga, you a sacrificial lamb
you a teddy bear, n-gga, you a teddy graham
you sweet as jelly-jam, honey glazed deli ham
bubblegum candy yams, my gun never jam
i got a heavy hand, but hold it like a steady cam
am i talking to the martians when i pray, man?
i need to know is there a heaven or just sp-ce jam?
and it’s sat-rday morning everyday, man
young carter and cordae, man, all day, man
why they playing?

and if it ain’t mula baby then i ain’t the dad
i need my haters scanned
yeah, i need more hard drugs, less annoying plugs
i need the astronaut pack with asteroid buds
blunted like a rocket ship, yeah, we going up
coffee in a styrofoam cup
good morning, it’s sat-rday

- cordae

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