Saturday Deep Talk

Yo
Kennt ihr den Moment
Wenn ihr auf dem Weg seid einen Freund abzuholen, aber ihr wisst schon
Der Typ braucht Todes lange, bis der rauskommt
Und ihr schreibt ihm einfach zehn Minuten vorher schon, dass ihr da seid?

Life hacks

Saturday Deep Talk
Ah, That's Saturday Deep Talk
Not a place for hate, keep walk
Adidas slides, nike knee socks
I don't free style, stop the beat box
Homie open up with the beat drop
I don't need a lot, roll the weed bruv
Mario Kart and i speed up
First place, two hundred cc cup
Golf seven, takes me here, back
Not a pricey pick, unlike a speed trap
Put my feet down, can i be next?
Now it's Primetime, but not on DMAX
Girl i don't give a fuck who you bitch trap
Didn't hurt a fly nor assault you on a diss track
Now l don't wanna yearn for an ex
Stare into the Mirror and Flex, yes
Been gettin' high tryna figure out the mismatch
All the Messages, all the chit chat
All the fear in me, didn't miss that
Girl sincerely, package dispatched
Riot Games, TFT slaps
But League really put me in a relapse
COD, hit em with the classic
EA Sports, we all have been there bitch
One for all buffet, always fair play
Until my hair's grey, farewell
Let's do a speed walk, we don't dare cheat
Point the weak out, on a spare sheet
Cause i seek more, and i stare deep
Into the dark with a joint, bare feet
Thought i saw a ghost for a second
But like in Mario, I don't go with second
Always on the way, never there
Suckers never wanna pay but a share
Then they overdo it, that's the wrong seek
Bad for me is anything beyond need
Playing dress off with a girl
Some are russian, Some have curls
Some are latin babes, don't disturb
None are prussian, sun burn

All right
I don't want to get myself into any trouble
It was just a little joke there at the end, okay?
I love all my sisters you know
And everybody's welcome, you know?
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey

Sunset, Ray Ban
Just a copy
Gator, cayman
Camo, top piece
Kickdown, lay gang
Just not, hot wheels
Norway, ski slope
And we look like, swat teams
Ah, Thats Saturday Deep Talk
Call a cousin, take a quick walk
It ain't freezy, brother cool it
Not the time to cry, time to do it
Early up for a run, call me happy
And healthy, money is an add-on
Made the bed on the spot call me sweaty
But let me tell you discipline, doesn't drag on
Pull up in my whip for a car wash
Or pick up little miss from a Starbucks
See me slow become a daddy
Took her to the funfair won a teddy
Eyes locked, hands steady
One shot Papi, go and grab it
Starring at the cake like a fatty
Give me the head nod, i am ready
Often bored, many times at home
Running circles, speaking on the phone
But not on Saturdays
Cause I may hang alone any other day
Double B court shooting Kobe's
Met a stranger, now we homies
Everybody's welcome, and momma told me
Son, either act dumb or be lonely
Everybody's welcome, and momma told me
Son, either act dumb or be lonely
Act dumb or be lonely



Credits
Writer(s): Ole Zimmermann
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