yeah, if only it was Saturday, Saturday Things would be better in every way, every way And I would be okay And yeah, if only it was Saturday, Saturday
yea if only it was Saturday, Saturday Things would be better in every way, every way And I would be ok And yea if only it was Saturday, Saturday Things
Fordítás: A Rocket Nyári. Szombat.
And yea if only it was Saturday, Saturday Things would be better in every way, every way And I would be ok And yea if only it was Saturday, Saturday Things
Chevy's and levees played on the radio No cell phones, just 20 thousand lights Swaying on a Saturday night, alright Can you imagine that slice of time? Rock
Last Saturday I stood in your entry way That place where we used to wait For cars to carry us away Like once in this storm, they drove me and Justin home
on Stones, rocks, subways, blocks, chill mode Loot fold rebel wit no pause down to die for 'cause be-cause Denia gotta see a fatter day It's Saturday
On the porch, on the porch Smoking reefa Yeah Yeah I woke up early Saturday morning, sick off Rhemy and brews Wit a hang over from blues Hurl on my clothes
King Jaffi Joe, I feel like spacely rockets Come and weight these pockets, the profits display these profits Play no way to stop it and my engine 80 rockets
curb Sinatra, the pop the Jackson Five recordings Uptown saturday, cotton came to harlem Ringmaster circus was, bailey and barnum Crack a Coca Cola, summer
and May One of my best friends from back in the day Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'll leave me
and May One of my best friends from back in the day Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones He nicknamed me K-Rock, so they'll leave me
to makeup Today will soon be Gone, like yesterday is gone Like history is gone The world keeps spinning on Your going, going Gone, like summer break is gone Like Saturday
can rock the rap Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that Uhh, black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Summers
Budden] Ok, haha (let's do it) Let's rock and rip AIYOO!! (Jump Off) Let's do it like, we gon' do it like Rock, rip it AIYOO!! AIYOO! (yeah) AIYOO! Rock
I like Saturdays and the rocket summer Blue skies and the morning's air Oh oh, oh oh I like you, you like me There's something wrong with this picture
star runner I like flip flops and tank tops in the summer I like to make goofy faces when I smile for the camera I like to rock old school hip hop and
came to rock the house for you From sunny California to Kalamazoo! Been rockin parties since ninety-two I know you heard that +Reality Bites+ But I'm +Liver+ than the show called +Saturday
