SATURATION 380 (EMINEM)

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract, Merlyn Wood]

I'll keep it locked in my pocket for you

We so tired, when the sun gon' show up?

(Yeah!) Fireworks make me feel alive in the morning

(Yeah, yeah!) Fireworks make me feel alive in the morning

I'll keep it locked in my pocket for you

We so tired, when the sun gon' show up?

(Yeah!) Fireworks make me feel alive in the morning

(Yeah, yeah!) Fireworks make me feel alive in the morning

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]

Hi, guys! Come to the south side

Where niggas pop them fireworks when they drive by

The helicopters, they fly over, I wave "hi"

The men in red throw gang signs when I skate by

I walk the line between South Central and Van Nuys

A nice house, a quiet life, and clear skies

No butterflies on the south side of the city

All my niggas is with me, this is just the beginning

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]

I'm absentminded, intelligent, with too many thoughts

Personify 'em in voices whenever I'm distraught

Who's making choices inside of me when I'm feeling lost?

They say I made it, don't ever imagine it's the cost

On autopilot whenever I have to operate

Within constraints of society when it concentrates

I'm separating inside of myself and contemplate

I don't cooperate, fuck how you congregate

[Verse 3: JOBA]

Oh, were those gunshots or fireworks? Still can't tell the difference

I got press, street cred nonexistent

I was paranoid, my bank account was empty

Spent the money that I had on ice cream

I wore a sportcoat to feel like a rich man

And like the fake wood on the floor, I watch the cars peel off

Popping bullets, I was sweating bullets, mind my business

Had no air conditioning, didn't have a lot of shit I wanted

I had a microphone and twenty dumbasses wanting to hop on—

The microphone, so I just record 'em all

And then we made some songs that got real big and all

Just kidding, they kinda did, but not really, sort of

Um, we got out the hood—bye!

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract, Merlyn Wood]

I'll keep it locked in my pocket for you

We so tired, when the sun gon' show up?

(Yeah!) Fireworks make me feel alive in the morning

(Yeah, yeah!) Fireworks make me feel alive in the morning

I'll keep it locked in my pocket for you

We so tired, when the sun gon' show up?

(Yeah!) Fireworks make me feel alive in the morning

(Yeah, yeah!) Fireworks make me feel alive in the morning

[Verse 4: Matt Champion]

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I used to hate going to school, Mama said it's cool

But they still standing there, ripping me out my seatbelt (Ooh)

I eat lunch with the counselors, should I bring a friend?

Play Connect Four, eat nuggets shaped like some dinosaurs

I had a crush on Maddie (Aww) 'til she threw up on her TAKS test (Haha)

[?] signed her cast in [?] text

I wanna be pro baller 'til I saw Baker 3

That's a free-living, piss-drunk, feelin' billy goat curse

Cuz-loving, eye bag-having, take a nap, asthma

Actin' like a airbag beacon

Don't speak about the trip

On the [?], on the weekend

Even Steven bleeding reruns, TV glisten

[Outro]

Shut up! Shut up!