Saturday Mornings (feat. Lil Wayne) - Cordae/Lil Wayne.lrc

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[00:01.561][Intro: Cordae]
[00:01.899]Yeah, ayy
[00:14.507]Yeah, uh
[00:17.665]Lord
[00:23.247]Ayy
[00:27.423]Yeah
[00:28.449]
[00:28.699][Verse 1: Cordae]
[00:28.953]I'm dealing with a lot of problems, I know if y'all can relate
[00:31.812]Feeling like Rod Wave, I got a lot on my plate
[00:34.595]And I can really use a stress reliever
[00:36.581]'Cause where I'm from they catchin' bullets like the best receivers
[00:39.481]The chopper's singin' like Justin Bieber
[00:41.359]The most effective leaders have closed mouths and open ears
[00:44.395]Like the Nile, I can flow for years
[00:46.734]I really got my own sneaker, used to shop at Sears
[00:49.550]Rap niggas lying through their teeth though these are not veneers
[00:52.492]Skipping through the airport [?] hop on [?]
[00:55.301]Running up them M's and drive my momma tears
[00:58.010]I love Jim Carrey, but don't **** with yes-men
[01:01.386]I need honest ears when in the studio
[01:04.792]Turned down a movie roll to finish the album
[01:05.721]I pray the outcome is good
[01:07.093][?] done took a nigga out of the hood
[01:09.477]Carrying water, chopping the wood
[01:12.113]But you gon' always have motion if the product is good
[01:15.006]Lord knows it's crazy how I can just text hoes
[01:18.071]And run plays on the weekend, It's more than just XO's
[01:20.739]When I dropped my first album I was nervous, my chest froze
[01:23.930]Plans gon' be executed like niggas on death row
[01:26.460]Bought a new ****in' crib but that shit is an escrow
[01:29.390]Got my credit score low as my self-esteem but I grow
[01:32.411]It's a yellow beam when I glow
[01:33.897]I have mellow dreams when I smoke
[01:35.158]To my fellow kings, keep the hope
[01:36.624]I think [?] woke up this morning
[01:38.059]Acting wild like a Black and Mild, we smoked up on it
[01:41.696]I prayed and hoped for this moment
[01:43.091]And if I post it, I own it
[01:44.482]No cap for me, we get money like athletes
[01:47.200]Like the eighth man on the Wizards, that's more [?] for me
[01:49.721]If we being completely honest, me and the mic got chemistry
[01:52.555]Boy, I got this down to a science
[01:54.828]I promise you I ain't lying
[01:56.112]Get love in every borough, my niggas are very thorough
[01:58.631]Wish a nigga would like Timmy, bro send 'em to Fairy World
[02:01.878]Never wore a jerry curl like Mike Jack in the 80's
[02:03.532]I might crash the Mercedes
[02:05.651]My life flashed from a baby
[02:07.131]I reminisce on the daily
[02:08.686]My penmanship what y'all pay me
[02:10.199]It's time to get the bacon, this shit is biscuits and gravy
[02:13.011]Time to break fast, [?] keep it real, how long the fake last
[02:16.227]New year, same goals, stay out the way and make cash
[02:19.150]The competition, damn, we wave past
[02:21.842]I need more real love and less fake laughs, huh
[02:24.934]
[02:25.178][Interlude: Cordae]
[02:27.745]Just let it breath
[02:31.043]Let it breath
[02:36.588](Now put your hands in the sky if you feel the vibe)
[02:39.476]Yeah, let it breath
[02:42.019](Now put your hands in the sky if you feel the vibe)
[02:44.637]Just let it breath
[02:45.568]
[02:45.804][Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
[02:48.144]Uh
[02:48.976]I need more real love and less fake laughs
[02:51.138]I wear this mean mug like a facemask
[02:54.012]She give me real love with that fake ass
[02:57.049]It fit me like a glove, OJ hands
[03:00.038]I'ma need a little love from your hatin' ass
[03:02.786]Real love, real love, [?]
[03:05.577]Need less yes-man and more amens
[03:08.564]I'ma need [?] and less prayer hands
[03:11.586]Straight gas, no brake pads
[03:14.374]You smoking [?], nigga straight trash
[03:17.287]I get more camel toe than them Arabs
[03:20.250]She deep throat the whole dick but couldn't take half
[03:23.077]I take a nigga life before he take the stand
[03:25.753]Take some drugs and take off, take some when I land
[03:28.826]You standing on business, I'm a business man
[03:31.605]I'm a goat nigga, you a sacrificial lamb
[03:33.732]You a teddy bear, nigga, you a Teddy Graham
[03:37.218]You sweet as jelly-jam, honey glazed deli ham
[03:40.380]Bubblegum candy yams, my gun never jam
[03:42.800]I got a heavy hand but hold it like a steady cam
[03:45.908]Am I talking to the martians when I pray, man?
[03:48.935]I need to know is there a heaven or just Space Jam
[03:51.896]And it's Saturday morning, everyday math
[03:54.820]Young Carter and Cordae, man, all day, man
[03:57.607]Why they playing
[03:59.035]Elvis has left the building, went to Graceland
[04:02.459]And if it ain't a [?] then it's a red flag
[04:05.317]And if it ain't Mula Baby then I [?]
[04:08.155]I need [?] scanned
[04:09.943]Yeah, I need more hard drugs, [?] plugs
[04:12.531]I need the astronaut pack with asteroid buds
[04:15.425]Blunted like a rocket ship, yeah, we going up
[04:18.126]Coffee in a styrofoam cup
[04:20.265]Good morning, it's Saturday
[04:21.265] 人声 : Cordae

文本歌词

Yeah, ayy
Yeah, uh
Lord
Ayy
Yeah

I'm dealing with a lot of problems, I know if y'all can relate
Feeling like Rod Wave, I got a lot on my plate
And I can really use a stress reliever
'Cause where I'm from they catchin' bullets like the best receivers
The chopper's singin' like Justin Bieber
The most effective leaders have closed mouths and open ears
Like the Nile, I can flow for years
I really got my own sneaker, used to shop at Sears
Rap niggas lying through their teeth though these are not veneers
Skipping through the airport hop on
Running up them M's and drive my momma tears
I love Jim Carrey, but don't **** with yes-men
I need honest ears when in the studio
Turned down a movie roll to finish the album
I pray the outcome is good
done took a nigga out of the hood
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 hoes
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 niggas on death row
Bought a new ****in' crib but that shit 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 think woke up this morning
Acting wild like a Black and Mild, we smoked up on it
I prayed and hoped for this moment
And if I post it, I own it
No cap for me, we get money like athletes
Like the eighth man on the Wizards, that's more for me
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 niggas are very thorough
Wish a nigga would like Timmy, bro send 'em to Fairy World
Never wore a jerry curl like Mike Jack in the 80's
I might crash the Mercedes
My life flashed from a baby
I reminisce on the daily
My penmanship what y'all pay me
It's time to get the bacon, this shit is biscuits and gravy
Time to break fast, keep it real, how long the fake last
New year, same goals, stay out the way and make cash
The competition, damn, we wave past
I need more real love and less fake laughs, huh

Just let it breath
Let it breath
(Now put your hands in the sky if you feel the vibe)
Yeah, let it breath
(Now put your hands in the sky if you feel the vibe)
Just let it breath

Uh
I need more real love and less fake laughs
I wear this mean mug like a facemask
She give me real love with that fake ass
It fit me like a glove, OJ hands
I'ma need a little love from your hatin' ass
Real love, real love,
Need less yes-man and more amens
I'ma need and less prayer hands
Straight gas, no brake pads
You smoking , nigga straight trash
I get more camel toe than them Arabs
She deep throat the whole dick but couldn't take half
I take a nigga life before he take the stand
Take some drugs and take off, take some when I land
You standing on business, I'm a business man
I'm a goat nigga, you a sacrificial lamb
You a teddy bear, nigga, 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 Space Jam
And it's Saturday morning, everyday math
Young Carter and Cordae, man, all day, man
Why they playing
Elvis has left the building, went to Graceland
And if it ain't a then it's a red flag
And if it ain't Mula Baby then I
I need scanned
Yeah, I need more hard drugs, 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 Saturday
人声 : Cordae