Saturdays = Celebration

Album: Cadillactica (2014)
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  • If they kill me on Friday, bury me on Sunday
    Mourn for me Monday
    Then you gotta let me go, go
    Then they gotta let me go
    If they kill me on Tuesday, bury me on Wednesday
    Mourn for me Thursday
    Then you gotta let me go, go
    Then they gotta let me go
    Saturday's a celebration

    Mama no need to worry 'bout me
    I promise that I be home soon
    God got me like every day
    While the Devil like "what you gon' do?"
    Temptation ain't motivation
    This money could never make it better
    Cadi cleaner than it'd ever been
    But it blood all on my wooden lever
    Ain't no tellin' if I'ma get it right
    Look to God up-under city lights
    Pray to God, he wanted me to ball
    Cuh being broke ain't really living life
    Deeper dying like every day
    If I leave, tell 'em care care for me
    If I ain't fot to see the sun again
    Somebody say a prayer for me

    If they kill me on Friday, bury me on Sunday
    Mourn for me Monday
    Then you gotta let me go, go
    Then they gotta let me go
    If they kill me on Tuesday, bury me on Wednesday
    Mourn for me Thursday
    Then you gotta let me go, go
    Then they gotta let me go
    Saturday's a celebration

    In the event of my demise I won't go kicking and screaming
    I know that God had a reason, just don't give up believing
    As long as the sun shines after the storm
    So we don't cry at the dinner table
    Rejoice and just be thankful
    I made it, I [?] sick of lyin', safe and sound
    Battle with drinking so please don't pour me no liquor
    Eye on the curb, fight the urge to go retaliate
    Carry on, just be strong enough to walk away
    Uh, speak the truth even if they crucify me
    Uh, free my soul even if they chain my body
    Uh, look to God if ain't nowhere to go
    Beware those prophets that touch a leg before they touch your soul
    We reap what we saw when the [?] man coming
    Gotta pay what we owe
    Jesus walks so I run to him
    How can they love me when I'm knowin' what they done to him

    If they kill me on Friday, bury me on Sunday
    Mourn for me Monday
    Then you gotta let me go, go
    Then they gotta let me go
    If they kill me on Tuesday, bury me on Wednesday
    Mourn for me Thursday
    Then you gotta let me go, go
    Then they gotta let me go
    Saturday's a celebration Writer/s: ALEXANDER JUNIOR GRANT, JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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