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letra de saturday, sunday - nerfonator

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[verse 1]
wake up, feel the warmth of my bed
head in the clouds and a core full of dread
heavy thoughts, pillows take form from my head
weighing down the motivation to get out of bed
sunlight beaming through the blinds
reaching for my eyes and seeking all the lies
no weed can get my high
just dreams inside my mind
fleeing with these rhymes i speak into the beat like
the vision rich but you broke and poor
imagination and reality evoking war
swift rhythms in the fantasy, it’s folklore
and vivid images painted with my vocal chords
poking holes with these poems, they go straight in the dirt
and surfing the waves, we just be claiming the turf
then the days of work end, now we jotting some words
north of the compass till we on top of the earth (word)
[hook: sam starr]
i often feel like i’m not cutting through the silence
block it out, a perfect life behind my eyelids
i know it’s been a while since i felt something (something)

[verse 2]
wake up, take out the garbage
wave from my lawn and fake out the audience
where is the art when you weigh down the options?
breaking a bond and awaiting a dawn
man, i gotta give it to y’all, i can’t even do a facade
move in a mob, but i’ll surely get my hood taken off
that’s why i’m pulling strings from behind the scenes
i wipe this clean with rhymes and beats
a guy like me could never tell you where you walkin’ next
so this my message to the fans and the audience
don’t keep that rut in your gut or a brain that’s fried
raise your brush to the clouds and paint the sky
grey and white suddenly shifts to a blue
pale and bright and muddy, every single hue
set the mood, prepping you for a better future
cause you ain’t tryna re-open those sutures
on the weekend

[hook: sam starr]
i often feel like i’m not cutting through the silence
block it out, a perfect life behind my eyelids
i know it’s been a while since i felt something (something)
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[hook 2: sam starr]
going back and forth again
i lost myself
i can’t pretend no more
it’s hard to begin again

[outro]
sat-rday, run it back
sunday, run it back
sat-rday, run it back
sunday, run it back
sat-sat-sat-rday, run it back
sunday, run it back
sat-rday, run it back
sunday, run it back
sat-sat-sat-rday, run it back
sunday, run it back
sat-rday, run it back
sunday, run it back, sat–

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