Bad 2 Worse
Man, this is Wednesday, to Tuesday
Fuck what you say
You bitches too fake
We got different colors fucking marching like a crusade
Shit it's too grey
Uh, uh
Man, this is Wednesday, to Tuesday
Fuck what you say
You bitches too fake
We got different colors fucking marching like a crusade
Shit it's too grey
Done with all the reminiscing when I got to point
Fun, your bitch is bitching tell that bitch to spark a joint
Running for some fishing, dishing, wishing people join
Really them motherfuckers think that shit is annoying
Wanna make a change get the fuck up off your coin
See this a, 'nother diversion
Persuasive immersion
Assuring to all of my homies that ima be emerging
And this the version, I see em lurking
Been knowing that since way back way back, way fucking back
And now they say that, say that, don't you ever say that
I got more people on the move then a fucking wave cap
See, where the base at?
Wanting to go home since I fucking hate dad
I don't really hate pops, just wish he actually stayed and stopped
He made a flop, coulda stayed on top
But soon decided, that my moms was the better way to go
And I made a goal, that this shit won't ever fold
Since then, man these days been cold
From bad shit, and it go to worse
From worse, to down bad, and that's the curse
In this universe, it's the fucking worst (It's the fucking worst)
Man, where you been at? (Uh)
Where you been at? (Uh)
Man, where you been at? Where you been at? (Uh)
Where you (Yeah) where you (Yeah)
Where you been at? (Uh)
Where the fuck you been at? (Uh)
Man, this is Wednesday, to Tuesday
Fuck what you say
You bitches too fake
We got different colors fucking marching like a crusade
Shit it's too grey
Uh, uh
Man, this is Wednesday, to Tuesday
Fuck what you say
You bitches too fake
We got different colors fucking marching like a crusade
Shit it's too grey (Shit is too grey)
Yeah, I been on my down bad for a fucking while
See I'm doing shit up on my own and they cope my style
Man, this is fucking wild, now I'm on the trial
Should I dial, one of my friends, loose the tie to the ends
I shouldn't depend, on one of my kins, it's all on the pen
Could make all amend, and try to defend
Everybody not just one person
I thinks it's working, but I gotta put my work in
And my word in, uh
Man, this is Wednesday, to Tuesday
Fuck what you say
You bitches too fake
We got different colors fucking marching like a crusade
Shit it's too grey
Fuck what you say
You bitches too fake
We got different colors fucking marching like a crusade
Shit it's too grey
Uh, uh
Man, this is Wednesday, to Tuesday
Fuck what you say
You bitches too fake
We got different colors fucking marching like a crusade
Shit it's too grey
Done with all the reminiscing when I got to point
Fun, your bitch is bitching tell that bitch to spark a joint
Running for some fishing, dishing, wishing people join
Really them motherfuckers think that shit is annoying
Wanna make a change get the fuck up off your coin
See this a, 'nother diversion
Persuasive immersion
Assuring to all of my homies that ima be emerging
And this the version, I see em lurking
Been knowing that since way back way back, way fucking back
And now they say that, say that, don't you ever say that
I got more people on the move then a fucking wave cap
See, where the base at?
Wanting to go home since I fucking hate dad
I don't really hate pops, just wish he actually stayed and stopped
He made a flop, coulda stayed on top
But soon decided, that my moms was the better way to go
And I made a goal, that this shit won't ever fold
Since then, man these days been cold
From bad shit, and it go to worse
From worse, to down bad, and that's the curse
In this universe, it's the fucking worst (It's the fucking worst)
Man, where you been at? (Uh)
Where you been at? (Uh)
Man, where you been at? Where you been at? (Uh)
Where you (Yeah) where you (Yeah)
Where you been at? (Uh)
Where the fuck you been at? (Uh)
Man, this is Wednesday, to Tuesday
Fuck what you say
You bitches too fake
We got different colors fucking marching like a crusade
Shit it's too grey
Uh, uh
Man, this is Wednesday, to Tuesday
Fuck what you say
You bitches too fake
We got different colors fucking marching like a crusade
Shit it's too grey (Shit is too grey)
Yeah, I been on my down bad for a fucking while
See I'm doing shit up on my own and they cope my style
Man, this is fucking wild, now I'm on the trial
Should I dial, one of my friends, loose the tie to the ends
I shouldn't depend, on one of my kins, it's all on the pen
Could make all amend, and try to defend
Everybody not just one person
I thinks it's working, but I gotta put my work in
And my word in, uh
Man, this is Wednesday, to Tuesday
Fuck what you say
You bitches too fake
We got different colors fucking marching like a crusade
Shit it's too grey
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Writer(s): Jon Rodriguez
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