WesydeUnderground - Saturday (Bonus Track) Lyrics

Let me tell y'all about some bullshit that happened
Last Saturday, it's storytime

Step out house the like "what the f*ck's up?"
It's Saturday morning and I'm lookin' for a blunt
Dig into my pocket so I can count the change
Or find a few bills to help relax my brain
But all I can find is a handful of air
Some pocket lint and a broken square
Couldn't even find a light, man, that's just not tight
What the f*ck I'm gonna do to get my f*ckin' mind right
I pull out the phone, got some minutes on cell
And call up my man I can cop an "L"
F*ck, I guess he's too lit to pick the phone up
F*ck that shit I'mma just start walkin'
Can't take my car 'cuz what gas is costin'
Major losses leadin' up to today
But I'mma f*ckin' get high no matter what it takes

It all started before I woke up
Broke as f*ck, down on my luck
And this shit sucks, homie, in the worst way
Ain't nothin' worse then being broke on a Saturday
It all started before I woke up
Broke as f*ck, down on my luck
And this shit sucks, homie, in the worst way
Ain't nothin' worse then being broke on a Saturday

It's Saturday and even though I'm broke
I'mma keep on f*ckin' walkin' till I get that smoke
Gotta choke and inhale and linger in that smell
And just then I caught a whiff and I'm like "what the hell?"
Somebody out here is smokin' on that kind
And you'd be outta your mind to think I'm not gonna find 'em
I bust a quick left thru this parking lot
And make my way to find who gots what I want
Turned the corner and there he stood
This off duty cop that I seen in my neighborhood
Smokin' on the bowl he put it up to his lips
Then he took a big rip and offered me a hit
I don't think he knew that I seen him around
But I'm thinkin' he's cool like, "yo, maybe he's down"
So I took a big toke and exhaled with the breeze
And then from out from the bushes I hear, "Freeze!"

It all started before I woke up
Broke as f*ck, down on my luck
And this shit sucks, homie, in the worst way
Ain't nothin' worse then being broke on a Saturday
It all started before I woke up
Broke as f*ck, down on my luck
And this shit sucks, homie, in the worst way
Ain't nothin' worse then being broke on a Saturday

Thinkin' quick I broke the bowl on his head
And turned to haul my f*ckin' ass to somewhere else instead
I faked to left and then I cut to the right
And jumped the fence on the side to get me outta their site
Into an alley way I duck as I'm runnin' with the quickness
Won't find me as long as there's no witness
Quick slip, a little flip and a dip
I'm in my homie's backyard like, "shiiiit"
I hit the bell about a hundred f*ckin' times
And jumped in the door before the 5 rolled by
And I won't lie that shit was close as f*ck
And now my homie's tellin' me that I'm shit outta luck
Said he gonna hook up sometime this weekend
And I'm so f*ckin mad I want to start a beaten
Straight tweakin' like seein' red in my eyes
Then he pulled out a blunt and said "you wanna get high, bitch"

Broke on a Saturday
Broke on a Saturday
Broke on a Saturday

It all started before I woke up
Broke as f*ck, down on my luck
And this shit sucks, homie, in the worst way
Ain't nothin' worse then being broke on a Saturday
It all started before I woke up
Broke as f*ck, down on my luck
And this shit sucks, homie, in the worst way
Ain't nothin' worse then being broke on a Saturday