Saturday Night

Chorus: 1 There's a harvest In Saturday night. as the bars filled with perfume Catching your eye Plain as you can stand for one laugh Then your gone Verse: 1 Now I don't mean it But this shit gotta stop I'm emotionally attached to you now I'm on the rocks And I'mma lose I can't handle this my life shouldn't even be this way I can't even come up with the words that I gotta say The dramatic, frantic volcanic life styles got to change I'm off my rocker with that nasty ass shit you saying But who you playing I know that you know you always want me staying I never thought hip hop could hurt or feel like this way mayne Cuz I I'm going crazy Heart shed and bleeding while failing I always wed be rich and famous on oceans sailing But now your bailing on me You were my homie caught up in this cataclysm with nothing but phony's But now I'm homing in Life begins Create new sins And to all these people listening There ain't nothing you can do to fuck my day up so quit Shit you might not like it But just admit kid I spit the ill est shit ever to keep me glistening Chorus: 2 There's a harvest In Saturday night. as the bars filled with perfume Catching your eye Plain as you can stand for one laugh Then your gone Verse: 2 My love for hip hop has gotten me places how bout you You never thought I could eva rip this shit back in high-school But I could So jokes on you You clowns been fooled But its all good The mics hooked up and I'm understood What would you do If you could but shouldn't, probably wouldn't Ever give up on a situation that's awkwardly crooked You should a took it Take that chance to call me out I'mma light some fires in this bitch and burn the rap game down Turn wicked clown Devouring scouring rappers who make a sound So when I rise out the ground Bitch I'm in my own town The king has been crowned The fucking hip hop idealist who is realist And feels it and even when some body's wanting to steal it He will reveal it You don't know anything about what it takes There criticism at every marker for one mistake Phony's and fakes who bet the highest of stakes No remorse for change My life will always still them Chorus: 3 There's a harvest On Saturday night. as the bars filled with perfume Catching your eye Plain as you can stand for one laugh Then your gone