Artist: Torae
Album:  Entitled
Song:   Saturday Night *
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

* Deluxe Bonus Track

[Intro: DJ Premier cuts and scratches]
"Sur-sur-survival" {4X}

[Torae]
Yeah, yeah, uh...
Saturday night in the crib chillin, watchin the Knicks
Fourth quarter, up 25, 'Mel on his shit
Check an ad in my Instagram, scrollin through pics
Double D's, double taps, shit it is what it is
Typed "starvin," grabbed a hand full of menus, got to get me a bite
Somethin quick, somethin cheap cause my paper is tight
Thinkin Domino's - nah, something different tonight
Oh, what about that Chinese spot that I like?
Five-five-five, seventy-two, seventy-nine
Let me get a half chicken, fried rice on the side
Shrimp roll, mad duck sauce, and nothing with swine
("Deliver in 10 minutes!") Yeah, just be here on time
Forty-five minutes later, they was callin my phone
Answered it tight like "Damn son, what took you so long?!"
Said "The driver at the door, bring enough for a tip"
Too long! I ain't tippin him shit - CLICK~!

[Chorus: DJ Premier cuts and scratches]
"Sur-sur-survival" {4X}

[Interlude]
Y'nahmean? So I walked to the door and shit
I'm lookin out the peephole...
It's not the normal dude
It's like... shorty like curvy and all that, hold up!

[Torae]
Crack the door and to my surprise, delivery chick was a dime
When I ordered breast and thighs, I was thinkin with fries
Opened it wide, "Come inside, let me get you this bread
 That's in the wallet in the room on my bed"
Walked to the counter, she put the bag of food on the edge
Walked to my room, lookin back at it shaking my head
Thinkin "Damn, wishin she was on the menu instead"
Then the room door shut like, "I heard what you said!"
She was with it, I was with it, so off came the fitted
Like I was trying to deliver to you for a minute
I get it, now you gon' get it, she leaned back, jumped in the sack
Undid my zipper, laid me down on my back
'Bout an hour into it, somebody callin her jack
Non-stop, back to back like, "You should get that"
Said "It's just Ping, my ex, the black belt, dude is obsessed
 He probably followed me up to your address"

[Interlude]
Wait, whatchu mean followed you to my address?
Like, like a black belt, like karate? Like he nice with that shit?
Nah ma, you gotta get the fuck out!
Hold up, hold up, hold up!

[Torae]
Kicked in the door, wavin the nunchucks
Bo staff and laughin, dude was type nuts
Tried to tell homie "I ain't know your wife was a smut
 No need to bust in my crib on wreckin my stuff"
Seen his lips move, but he never uttered a word
'Bout 8 seconds later, this is all that I heard:
"You Torae, you must pay
 Kitty cat you slay, now under the ground where you must lay"
Got in a stance, two ninja stars in his hands
Threw 'em both in my direction, blocked 'em both with the plant
Kept comin, I start dumbin, never been a punk
But dude a karate master, hit him right in his nuts
Scream "OWW!," lean forward, I uppercutted his jaw
Foot swept him to the floor and threw him right out the door
Peeped shorty at my sight, she asked if I'm alright
I said "It's to be expected, it's Saturday night"

[Outro: DJ Premier cuts and scratches]
"Sur-sur-survival" {4X}
"Up from the ground up son, you get the picture" -> Prodigy
"A veteran, I flow like I'm young, what" -> Erick Sermon