saturday

Childish Gambino

God, this 9 to 5 just keep on killing me
I wanna leave this place like all the time
Talking to my boss, he just can t feel the dream
That s the chance to let me blow your mind

Can t take a break (and you know that s right)
Money is tight (and you know that s right)
It s on my mind
Can t break away (and you know that s right)
Money is tight (and you know that s right)
It s on my mind

When the feeling gotcha
You can t even hide it, acting so intoxicated
When you text me: Hold on
You will be there-girl, just hold on, uh!

Saturday, all I wanna do is make you dance, girl
And all of mine
Saturday, all I wanna do is make you dance, girl
And all of mine

Ooh, aye
Give it to me now
Woo, aye
Uh, aye, aye, aye

God, this 9 to 5 just keep on killing me
Tryna leave this place like all the time
Oh, my aching bones, they just keep killing me
Can t afford to have them spend my dime, hey

When the feeling gotcha
You can t even hide it, acting so intoxicated
When you text me: Hold on
I will be there-girl, just hold on, uh!

Saturday, all I wanna do is make you dance, girl
And all of mine
Saturday, all I wanna do is make you dance, girl
And all of mine