Lyrics Saturday - Cam Meekins

Saturday

Saturday, dirty water
Green paper, gettin paid
Know what I mean
10 bitches in my room, all day
Don’t even got shit to say, what you mean?
She’s bad and she knows it
And we rollin and we rollin
She’s bad and she knows it
And we rollin and we rollin
(and we rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
And we rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin)
Just tryna free up my time
Tryna be more lowkey
I’m tryna drink less, and smoke more
But it’s all on me
Everyday I got 100 texts to read
I just need a couple secs to breathe
Thinking 'bout deleting my phone, and going on a spiritual retreat
Wake up everyday and make beats
Get stoned every night till i sleep
Everybody else tryna be cool
Fuck that I’m just tryna be me
Give a fuck about the music industry
Turning up like seven days a week
And I know its not viable to me
But shouts out Kyle on the beat
And I go like this, like that
Not once my motion stay flat
And it’s like before contact
Just tryna put myself on the map
Same crew since I started this shit, so you know I always got they back
So they know I always got they back
Woke up and she rolled me a joint
Peaceful and I’m tryna kick back, lets go
Saturday, dirty water
Green paper, gettin paid
Know what I mean
10 bitches in my room, all day
Don’t even got shit to say, what you mean?
She’s bad and she knows it
And we rollin and we rollin
She’s bad and she knows it
And we rollin and we rollin
(and we rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
And we rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin)
Yea, second verse little different than the first
Cause this shit real life right now
Hell yea I’m gonna make this shit happen
Because I can’t let anybody down
Six years I’ve been on this road
Man I put my whole life into this
I’m gonna die for the art that I create
I’m gonna get to the life I want to live
You just gotta take steps when you can
Got me feeling like the Gingerbread man
Cause the game tryna pull me apart, but I’m gonna come back strong like a man
Give a fuck if a label feels me
Imma spoke till this shit kills me
Always gonna be the real me
No company can conceal me
I just smoke some kush, that was flown in from the coast, yea
I just poured my cup, yea the liquor get me going, yea
Got the baddest chick and we bout to run the world, yea
Shoutout to my fans homie all around the world, yea
Y’all already know what it is man
And if you know me, it’s no coincidence
Put your hands up screamin what the fuck you think this is
Saturday, dirty water
Green paper, gettin paid
Know what I mean
10 bitches in my room, all day
Don’t even got shit to say, what you mean?
She’s bad and she knows it
And we rollin and we rollin
She’s bad and she knows it
And we rollin and we rollin
(and we rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
And we rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin)