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cordae - saturday mornings lyrics

[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 lyrics

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