Childish Gambino - Saturday lyrics
Childish Gambino [Donald McKinley Glover Jr.] Edwards, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Childish Gambino - Saturday lyrics]
Hey! Please don't make 'em do it
Ooh
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
Yeah
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 fall in line
Saturday, all I wanna do is make you dance
Girl and fall in line
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 (Ooh ooh ooh)
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 fall in line
Saturday, all I wanna do is make you dance
Hoo and fall in line
Ooh
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
Yeah
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 fall in line
Saturday, all I wanna do is make you dance
Girl and fall in line
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 (Ooh ooh ooh)
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 fall in line
Saturday, all I wanna do is make you dance
Hoo and fall in line