Satellites 2 Lyrics – Kevin Gates

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[Intro]
It’s only two things I take serious
(February come back ’round again)
And that’s marriage and murder
(When February come back ’round again)

[Verse 1]
Pack touched, thank God it landed
PSA automatic
Public show of affection
If complicated grasping
We stay on different floors when
Picking a place of travel
Hotel, two separate rooms ’cause
We can’t have s*x ’til marriage
(We can’t have s*x ’til marriage)

[Refrain]
Wedding in Morocco when February come back ’round again (Satellites, come ’round again)
(Cut from a different fabric)
Wedding in Morocco when February come back ’round again (Come ’round again)

[Verse 2]
Bless the sage, lit the sage
Cleanse the energy, set the stage
Beautiful, we tailor-made
Something only God could’ve created
We fast together and we pray
Working out how we start our day
Say Alhamdulillah, all praise to the Creator
Hold on, let me switch the cadence, everybody sworn favorite
People tend to think I’m Michael Jackson reincarnated
Learning how to moonwalk, I admit it took some patience
Love the faces you be making when your body start shaking

[Chorus]
Satellites

You’ll never find nobody like this
Nobody like, nobody like this
Satellites
You’ll never find nobody like this
Nobody like, nobody like this

[Verse 3]
People be paying attention when we in attendance, admit we look good together
Seem like time slow down whenever we vibe out, the universe wait a few seconds
Bae, you a blessing, I’m grateful to be in this tub, in the bed we laying in naked
Baby, you s*xy, whenever the driver outside, he might have to wait a few seconds
You go inside of the closest, you matching my fly and I love when you trying on dresses
Zipping your zipper up take a lil’ time so you might gotta tip a lil’ extra
Smiling while I squeeze on your booty like a Ruger
You don’t need no bodyguard, girl, I’m a shooter
We already did some things that you ain’t did before
Yeah, I did that
Now work it out (Let it all out)
Made you make some sounds, I’m killing you, gun, dead

[Chorus]
Satellites
You’ll never find nobody like this
Nobody like, nobody like this
Satellites
You’ll never find nobody like this
Nobody like, nobody like this
Satellites

[Outro]
You waited all this time
Nobody like, nobody like this (Satellites)
We really made love
Wedding in Morocco when February come back ’round again (Satellites)
We really made love
Wedding in Morocco when February come back ’round again
We gon’ get it right, get it right
We gon’ get it right
When February come back ’round again