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letra de saturday - remy banks

[verse 1]

top of the morning to ya
eyes are barely open but i’m waking up out my slumber
sun is shining, rays of light, blessed to see another day
got the strength to rise above and wipe the pain and stress away
there’s breakfast on the sk!llet, i could smell it, so i rose
marching to the kitchen cause i gotta follow my nose
no noise from my siblings, mom ain’t yappin on the phone
and it caught me by surprise that nothing was even on the stove
poured a bowl of cereal, apple jacks to be exact
cartoon network in hi-def zoning out to dexters lab
reminiscing on my childhood, i did this on the regular
can’t even think of a plan, to early to touch the cellular
so i continue to cool out upon this couch
wait for the clock to hit noon
it’s like i’m waiting on the month of june
and i got money in my pocket, yesterday was payday
i’m feeling good, thank god it’s a sat-rday

[hook x2 : dua]
as i wake and i start to rise
no i can’t predict, i can’t decide
no i cannot see what’s coming
but sat-rday is coming
may be the greatest day for me

[verse 2]
the clock hit 12 and i’m still sitting here with a daze
what’s the plan for today, don’t know i’m lost in a puzzle maze
about to pick up my phone and make an attempt to call up versa
i called about 4 times and the homie finally answered
i told him to get ready
when i’m done i’ll scoop up lansky
he said “ight that sounds fair
come on yall n-ggas is downstairs”
i was there within an hour
put my phone back on the charger
go and run and turn the heat up, hopped in, took a power shower
then i hopped out
i stay in the move that’s what my life bout
i’m pondering on what to wear, the closet full, i browse
so i stuck to the usual, threw on a t from bbc
yankee fitted and pair of jordans and some vintage ? jeans
i scooped up lansky, now it’s two dope n-ggas in the honda
bumpin cotn as we cruise through wicked streets with corona

god d-mn! you see that over there?
yo! my man! it’s a beautiful sat-rday!

[hook x2: dua]
as i look up and see the light
and i turn and look into your eyes
take my drink and raise it
no doubt this night was crazy
may be the greatest night for me

[outro]
as tonight thought i was gorgeous
on the night i got abducted by the party on the upper west side
we see versa so we told a brother to meet us there
we walk in the loft, all the ladies just stop and stared
at this modern day rat pack, they started socializing
while the party was poppin up and ballin
then we heard the knockin

“hey! what’s going on here? everybody get out of here!
we getting a complaint from the people downstairs!
clear it out! everybody get outta here!
oh? there’s underage drinking going on? i’m gonna need to see some id”

- remy banks

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