Saturday in the City ft. MTRI Lyrics

I was a fiend for the benches when I grew up in Brooklyn

When you could chill and not deal with them hoodlums

Good songs all day long on the radio

Summers just here with a hundred days to go

You know/ the girl that you got a crush on

Is scoping ya back, getting her blush on

I love it when a plan comes together

Like Roller Skating Boogie jams in the nice weather

De La dubbed it a Saturday, ain't not fatter way to celebrate

Lifting the weight off my shoulders

I don't feel no older, so lemme take a look

At the next pretty girl that steal my heart like a crook

It may be ill, but it's all part of the fun,

Exchange a sweet kiss to the setting of the sun

Life's too good today to have an ugg mug

Seems everywhere I go, people just show me love

Get a pound and hug, pump my sound in the trunk

Old man getting down, yo, I think that he's drunk

But that's ok, he's just part of the scene

Everybody in the city, we just living in the dream

I was a fiend for the city before all these hipsters

Back when Charles Barkley used to play for the sixers

42 second street fresh, posing in the pictures

And of course the brown bag cause I had to hide my liquor

My main man used to pick me up in his AC

Hitting sixth ave, scoping chicks in the back

About to get on base like jeter at the bat

Lemme save you honey cause your mans kinda wack

Hungry? No money? Let's hit greys papayas

Write your beeper number on the back of this flyer

THis was the way summer romance would begin

Back when we was just trying to hit the skins

I kinda cringe, but at the time it was a blast

Cut on each other cause we knew how to laugh

Hip hop through the speakers, every track was a smash

Feeling like all these good times were always gonna last