Perfect Saturday The Lonely Island

[Intro: Jorma]
Yeah, this beat reminds me of back in the day
Sunshine chillin'
Man, tell 'em about your perfect Saturday

[Verse 1: Jorm, Kiva, and (Ned)]
Woke up at 10, no worries at all
Another sunny day in LA, that’s how we ball
Hit my homie J cuz he rolls the blunts tight
Head’s still spinnin' from the freaks last night
Yeah man, you know I got the sticky for sho'
And five females coming over at 4
I’ma hop in the shower, clean my nuts
Throw on the Polo Sport to impress the stunts
Rolling up in the Charger with the suicide doors
Top down cruising as I head to the store
Jim hats, some brews, everything that we need
Then back to the crib smoking Indo weed
It’s the perfect Saturday, there’s knock on the door
Man, these girls are here early, it’s a quarter to 4
Man, which of these freaks I’ma see in my bed?
Open the door and see my homie Ned
(Oh, hey guys, how’s it going?) What up, Ned?
(I got 911, need to use your head)
That’s a no can do, ooh your breath is all hit
(Yeah, I know, now move, I gotta take a shit)
Now, normally Ned, the bathroom was yours
But we got these fine freaks coming over at 4
(Fine freaks? Okay, new plan
I’ll just hold it and let out small farts for the rest of the night)