yeah, if only it was Saturday, Saturday Things would be better in every way, every way And I would be okay And yeah, if only it was Saturday, Saturday
yea if only it was Saturday, Saturday Things would be better in every way, every way And I would be ok And yea if only it was Saturday, Saturday Things
Traduction: The Rocket Summer. Samedi.
And yea if only it was Saturday, Saturday Things would be better in every way, every way And I would be ok And yea if only it was Saturday, Saturday Things
Last saturday i stood in your entry way that place where we used to wait for cars to carry us away like once in this storm, they drove me and justin home
last saturday i stood in your entry way that place where we used to wait for cars to carry us away like once in this storm, they drove me and justin home
[ad libs for the first 30 seconds] [Dove] Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life; got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that ain't me
ago Chevys and levees played on the radio No cell phones, just 20,000 lights Swaying on a saturday night alright Can you imagine that slice of time Rock
th and May One of my best friends from back in the day Down the street form Calumet a school full of stones He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me
who can rock the rap Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that Uhh black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Summers
the bed pluckin roaches out the cereal box we shared the epoon, watchin saturday cartoons sugar water was our thing, everymeal was no thrill in the summer
curb Sinatra, the pop the Jackson 5 recordings Uptown Saturday, "Cotton Came to Harlem" Ringmaster circus was, Bailey and Barnum Crack a Coca-Cola, summer
Chevy's and levees played on the radio No cell phones, just 20 thousand lights Swaying on a Saturday night, alright Can you imagine that slice of time? Rock
Last Saturday I stood in your entry way That place where we used to wait For cars to carry us away Like once in this storm, they drove me and Justin home
on Stones, rocks, subways, blocks, chill mode Loot fold rebel wit no pause down to die for 'cause be-cause Denia gotta see a fatter day It's Saturday
On the porch, on the porch Smoking reefa Yeah Yeah I woke up early Saturday morning, sick off Rhemy and brews Wit a hang over from blues Hurl on my clothes
King Jaffi Joe, I feel like spacely rockets Come and weight these pockets, the profits display these profits Play no way to stop it and my engine 80 rockets
curb Sinatra, the pop the Jackson Five recordings Uptown saturday, cotton came to harlem Ringmaster circus was, bailey and barnum Crack a Coca Cola, summer