Исполнитель: Cordae (YBN Cordae)

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Песня: Saturday Mornings
[Verse 1: Cordae]
I'm dealin' with a lot of problems, don't know if y'all can relate,
Feelin' like Rod Wave, I got a lot on my plate.
And I can really use a stress reliever
'Cause where I'm from, they catchin' bullets like the best receivers,
The chopper's singin' like Justin Bieber,
The most effective leaders have closed mouths and open ears,
Likе the Nile, I can flow for years,
I rеally got my own sneaker, used to shop at Sears,
Rap niggas lyin' through their teeth, though, these are not veneers.
Skippin' through the airport, but soon will hop on Lears,
I conquer fears, runnin' up them Ms and drive my mama tears,
I love Jim Carrey, but don't fuck with yes-men,
I need honest ears when in the studio,
Turned down a movie role to finish the album, I pray the outcome is good,
Clayton Bigsby, y'all done took a nigga out of the hood
Carryin' water, choppin' the wood,
But you gon' always have motion if the product is good.
Lord knows it's crazy how I can just text Hov
And run plays on the weekend, it's more than just XOs,
When I dropped my first album, was nervous, my chest froze,
Plans gon' be executed like niggas on death row,
Bought a new fuckin' crib, but that shit is in escrow,
'Cause my credit score low as my self-esteem, but I grow,
It's a yellow beam when I glow, I have mellow dreams when I smoke,
To my fellow kings, keep the hope, I thank Elohim that I woke up this morning.
Actin' wild like a Black & Mild, we smoked the opponent,
I prayed and hoped for this moment, and if I post it, I own it,
No cap for me, we get money like athletes,
Like the eighth man on the Wizards, that's more of a match for me.
If we bein' completely honest, me and the mic got chemistry,
Boy, I got this down to a science, I promise you, I ain't lyin',
Get love in every borough, my niggas are very thorough,
Wish a nigga would like Timmy, bro, send 'em to Fairy World.
Never wore a Jheri curl like Mike Jack in the 80s,
I might crash the Mercedes, my life flashed from a baby,
I reminisce on the daily, my penmanship which had pay me,
It's time to get the bacon, this shit is biscuits and gravy,
Time to break fast, to keep it real, how long the fake last?
New year, same goals, stay out the way and make cash, huh,
The competition, damn, we way passed,
I need more real love and less fake laughs, huh.

[Interlude: Cordae]
Just let it breathe,
Let it breathe.
(Now put your hands in the sky if you feel the vibe) Yeah!
Let it breathe.
(Now put your hands in the sky if you feel the vibe)
Just let it breathe.

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I need more real love and less fake laughs,
I wear this mean mug like a face mask,
She give me real love with that fake ass,
It fit me like a glove, OJ hands.
I'ma need a little love from your hatin' ass,
Real love, real love, Mary J. playin',
Need less yes-men and more amens,
I'ma need more real prayers and less prayin' hands.
I'm smokin' straight gas, no brake pads,
You smokin' Bubba Dub, nigga, straight trash,
I get more camel toe than them Arabs,
She deep throat the whole dick, but couldn't take half.
I take a nigga life before he take the stand,
Take some drugs then take off, take some when I land,
You standin' on business, I'm a businessman,
I'm a GOAT, nigga, you a sacrificial lamb.
You a teddy bear, nigga, you a Teddy Graham,
You sweet as jelly-jam, honey glazed deli ham,
Bubblegum candy yams, my gun never jam,
I got a heavy hand, but hold it like a Steadicam.
Am I talkin' to the martians when I pray, man?
I need to know is there a heaven or just Space Jam?
And it's Saturday morning every day, man,
Young Carter and Cordae, man, all day, man.
Why they playin'?
Elvis has left the building, went to Graceland,
And if it ain't a red flag, then it's a red flag,
And if it ain't Mula Baby, then I ain't the dad,
I need my head scanned.
Yeah, I need more hard drugs, less annoyed plugs,
I need the astronaut pack with asteroid buds,
Blunt look like a rocket ship, yeah, we goin' up,
Coffee in a styrofoam cup.
Good morning, it's Saturday.

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[Куплет 1: Cordae]
Я разбираюсь с кучей проблем, не знаю, было ли такое у вас,
Как Роду Вейву, мне надо многое переварить. 1
Ещё снять бы чем-нибудь стресс,
Потому что в моих родных местах ловят пули, как лучшие ресиверы, 2
Автомат поёт, как Джастин Бибер,
Лучшие лидеры держат ухо востро, а рот — закрытым,
Как Нил, рифмы текут из меня рекой,..... [открыть перевод]

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