Fudge (Michael Christmas & Prefuse 73) - These Saturdays lyrics

[Bridge] Hey Ey Ey Ey Ey Ey Now I'm flying, soaring Now I'm out These Saturdays, these Saturdays I feel like Young Joc No more magic ooh ooh ooh These Saturdays, these Saturdays Yeah Now I said back the f** off of me, I'm drunk These Saturdays, these Saturdays Think I'm Paul McCartney, Kanye These Saturdays, these Saturdays [Verse 1] Saturday morning, watching my new sh** Being a nuisance, mama might lose it She be complaining that I ain't do dishes But I got cereal waiting and I got to get it Criss-cross how I'm sitting This Xbox ain't stopping, this (?) juice hitting And now when its Saturday morning I got me a headache from sinning Parlay with police, don't want go to prison They pulled us over 'cause they think we n***as They look for guns, all we got is some slippers Searching for (?) like the biggest contender [Break] [Verse 2] Ey Ey Now I'm back at it, craftmatic Wasn't running, asthmatic Saturday my a** napping All defense on, ask Madden Little a** n***a had to grew up quick MTV jams, I seen screwed up click If I go out Imma do dumb sh** Somethings won't change and I knew that sh** They try and k** us, candy and soda They pull us over, filling that quota Mama be worried, I don't be sober She never lying, but it ain't over