Saturday, Sunday, Monday
Guess it's all the same
[?] me on center stage
Visions of gettin' paid, with feelings of better days
It's a shame that it ended with the pain of hatin'
Saturday, Sunday, Monday
Guess it's all the same
[?] me on center stage
Visions of gettin' paid, with feelings of better days
It's a shame that it ended with the pain of hatin'
[?] was the drop; broken windows and a prompt up lock
Against the front door
Can't [?] robbed
I heard that you got a little paranoid since you got shot; they let you live
I know it's hard to walk, and it's hard to talk
When you try to make a livin' off petty robbin'
Said "Fuck the man", but you had an еmpty wallet
Blame it on the world but you just didn't know what to call it
But I know
That you rеsent me
Wish that wasn't six feet
Now that you said you want it, I guess that is pretty tempting
To say you're feeling empty and blame it on me
Word on my back
Verse said "I'm all red three"
I heard that blood is thicker than those Cali strippers
But will I cry the day [?] because my father's killa
I made an album about you but I didn't release it
Cuz I hope there'll be a day we put together the pieces (but)
Grandma called and told me about the eviction
So now you're on the streets with an addiction—on a mission
I've a prediction that you'll try to rob me
I didn't mention I was robbed, so let me spit the description
Somebody broke into my car, stole my cash and my cards
Only you knew where I kept them, so I'm finding it hard
Since you left me a voicemail a week or to before
Cuz I'm [?}, you make my life hard
Shit, look
Two nights in a row, woke up screamin' in my sleep
Today I woke up to a broken TV
I've done acid, shrooms, molly and weed
And I've seen what you can do [?]
And I've seen how a nose can bleed
And I know how a father can be, on a mom cuz he lost his peak
And I heard how a father can read, havoc on the roads with a toddler in the back seat
Saturday, Sunday, Monday
Guess it's all the same
[?] me on center stage
Visions of gettin' paid, with feelings of better days
It's a shame that it ended with the pain of hatin'
Saturday, Sunday, Monday
Guess it's all the same
[?] me on center stage
Visions of gettin' paid, with feelings of better days
It's a shame that it ended with the pain of hatin'
Walk into the store, never leave empty-handed
Grandma bought the groceries and you can never stand it
[?] my bottles and my cash would always vanish
Inconsistent water bill, somehow we all managed
Let me tell you a story about a man named, naw
A man wanted dead for the drugs and *shit*
He was crashin' on the chair, he reclinin' it
You was scared to kick him out, so you lied and said
That I was scared for my life and then a couple weeks passed
And they found him dead shot like
Three or four times and he was ran over at a stop light
Ridin' his bike at 3 AM—you blamed the nightlife
I blamed it on the high that had started it
I was too young to tell my father just to stop with it
Baby, if I told you that I'd cared
You'd have changed and been aware
But lines of mental state showed the opposite
I'm stuck hatin
Saturday, Sunday, Monday
Guess it's all the same
[?] me on center stage
Visions of gettin' paid, with feelings of better days
It's a shame that it ended with the pain of hatin'
Saturday, Sunday, Monday
Guess it's all the same
[?] me on center stage
Visions of gettin' paid, with feelings of better days
It's a shame that it ended with the pain of hatin'
