I remember Saturday mornin's
Me wakin' up to mama in the kitchen cookin' and spam cookin'
I was just a young dude, watchin' mornin' cartoons, waitin' for mama to braid my hair
I used to hate to get it done, cause she'd braid it too tight
My mama always gave a style she knew I would like, and then
I would go outside and play, she'd sit on the front porch
While me and Rob played ball