[Verse 1]
Youth makin' an exit, holdin' onto treasures
Lustin' after pleasures, I've been addicted to this feelin' under pressure
I get plenty loot these days, I swear I never let up
It's embedded in my genetics
Like, "Nice clothes," they're seein' where the night goes
Lately, when the lights low, ideas get like lightbulbs
Attempted to right wrongs, I carry a light load
I travel thе right roads, I see how the dice rolled
I talk that shit thеy need to hear, tell it how I'm dealin' with it
They've been on that silly shit, I rap to pay the billies, bitch!
'Bound to see a Milli' here, outchea flossin' plenty big
I don't want no bust down wrist, I'd rather save my innocence
Missed when we would Kool-Aid sip, cops-outside-the-churches shit
Niggas out here in the field, they pull it off they hip and empty clap
I'm talkin' cryptic tellin' me we bought a bigger crib
Pops has planned to flee the scene, on to bigger, better things
I'm in the classroom cuttin' up, actin' like the bigger kids
My hood was really everything, the bros is more than Tennant tier
I was really ten and shit, couldn't kick a flip for shit
This just copped the whip, then dipped, 'til niggas start to steal that shit
See what we've been dealin' with
Brisket browned, it's filthy here
Hate the fact that I wasn't surprised to hear when Chris got killed
Like I'm barely feelin' things, fuck about me fittin' in
Keep you at a distance, you do like seasons always disappear
[Chorus]
I believe in Tuesday, and Wednesday
It's been a few days since we had FaceTime
Now it's cliché, by time, it's Thursday
I miss the old days, I need a replay
I hit your line on Tuesday, and Wednesday
It's been a few days since we had FaceTime
Now it's cliché, by time, it's Thursday
I miss the old days, I need a replay
[Post-Chorus]
You could catch me layin' in the flowers
Lungs full of them vapors
Losin' track of hours, your lip balm on my taste buds
Layin' in the flowers, lungs full of them vapors
My mind been hella clouded (With that real thing, bring it back)
[Verse 2]
Ayy, who am I complainin'? My life was barely tainted
My Daddy made it home, most nights, my Mom did no complainin'
The homies from the block would always tell me that I'll make it
And I made it through the class, it'd all be wrapped at graduation
That bread infatuation for a life that I was made to think that I would not obtain
It's only entertainment, right?
But that's the motivation, I was more or less occupation
Way less 'bout what I'm makin', know it's nice to make due payment
Much more for any stranger, pressin' play 'cause they relatin'
No, I don't need the credit
I just wanna see you make it to the world
So outta pocket, niggas dyin' for the praise
It's really not someone talk, I'm outchea tryna leave my mark
And find how best to play the cards I'm dealt without losin' my heart
I always had a vision, far-sighted
Lately, it feel my life's somethin' like a movie where I might just play a part
Always in it for the art, my nigga, that was from the start of this
I said I'd never change, still empathetic, still spit the credit
All of that because of inner webbings
Lately, I be countin' mini blessin'
From the lesson learned and problems I collected
I've been skippin' school and I've been tested
I've become a fond and when I feel depressive
I've been gainin' traction, but don't feel accepted
I've been runnin' in place, I don't ever show my face
I just wanna state my peace, bitch, all in a day
All I wanna do is celebrate
I don't ever pump my break for the legal gas
Got my eyes low
Losin' grippin' like the wheels spinnin' at the sideshow
Turn a hater to a crater, tell 'em they could die slow
R-resp-pa-awn as a better you, let's see how far you go
Get your O's, (Young nigga), from the cove
I'm puttin' on for the coast
I'm at your throat, tryna see the foreign soil
Hopin' that might help me grow
I'm just barely scrapin' by, feel like my life is prophesied
I'm shootin' up way past the Jets, the only fear is the decline
I'm just shootin' past the tides, where I'll end up, no one knows
I'm tryna take it worldwide, from them single lane roads
[Chorus]
I believe in Tuesday, and Wednesday
It's been a few days since we had FaceTime
Now it's cliché, by time, it's Thursday
I miss the old days, I need a replay
I hit your line on Tuesday, and Wednesday
It's been a few days since we had FaceTime
Now it's cliché, by time, it's Thursday
I miss the old days, I need a replay
[Post-Chorus]
You could catch me lay me layin' in the flowers
Lungs full of them vapors
Losin' track of hours, your lip balm on my taste buds
Layin' in the flowers, lungs full of them vapors
My mind been hella clouded (With that real thing, bring it back)
