7 Days a Week
Turn me up some
Just a lil bit
Can't be too loud
But we keep it lit
It's a Monday
But it feel like the weekend
When your working all weekend
Don't let it end where it begin'
Gimme two weeks, then I'm leaving
Writing thinking planning scheming
Plotting dreaming
Big lot with a fountain
Maybe new couches
She got a bed with a frame
Here before the fame
Swerving these lames
Dick rock hard no wood grain
she giving me props
While switching my lane
She spinning my top
This shit is insane but
Baby right here
Longest summer ever I ain't going no where right
I can see clear even let you steer
Hasn't rained all year like
Have it your way
Or the highway
See you Friday
Don't gotta beg just gotta text
I just wanna live don't gotta flex
Who want it all who got it next
Who wanna crash when there's nothing left
This shit not easy
And it's not perfect
But if you hit me
and I don't answer
That's means I'm working
7 days a week
But 7 days a week you a freak
7 days a weeks 7 days a week
7 Days a week in the streets
And 7 more days in the sheets like
East county dirtbag, making dirt money
Still making beach raps
Tell me where the weed at
Imma need that
Bong and a beanbag
Where I put my keys at?
Where did my mind go
And what is the soul
I'm asking the bros but don't nobody know
Passing the blunt we like ducks in a row
Feel like the king made five bucks at the show
And I'm on one
Don't gotta drive getting litty no problems
Gimme Lip service don't gimme no gossip
Living life like no-one watching
And that's the problem
Show must go on
Pull the plug
Say so long
We got it
What you gon' do now
Cant let foos down
Gonna make you proud
Don't ask me how
Till that go blaow
Making firework like wow
If it don't look good be loud
Might die but I went out proud
Fucking up all year
Stear clear give a fuck about
Dear
Don't cry lemme wipe these mirrors
That's better now tell you what you wanna hear
But I'm lying like the weather I'm not good I'm getting better
Immma say and do whatever but its all not true
Not fair to put it all on you
7 days a week
But 7 days a week you a freak
7 days a weeks 7 days a week
7 Days a week in the streets
And 7 more days in the sheets like
Just a lil bit
Can't be too loud
But we keep it lit
It's a Monday
But it feel like the weekend
When your working all weekend
Don't let it end where it begin'
Gimme two weeks, then I'm leaving
Writing thinking planning scheming
Plotting dreaming
Big lot with a fountain
Maybe new couches
She got a bed with a frame
Here before the fame
Swerving these lames
Dick rock hard no wood grain
she giving me props
While switching my lane
She spinning my top
This shit is insane but
Baby right here
Longest summer ever I ain't going no where right
I can see clear even let you steer
Hasn't rained all year like
Have it your way
Or the highway
See you Friday
Don't gotta beg just gotta text
I just wanna live don't gotta flex
Who want it all who got it next
Who wanna crash when there's nothing left
This shit not easy
And it's not perfect
But if you hit me
and I don't answer
That's means I'm working
7 days a week
But 7 days a week you a freak
7 days a weeks 7 days a week
7 Days a week in the streets
And 7 more days in the sheets like
East county dirtbag, making dirt money
Still making beach raps
Tell me where the weed at
Imma need that
Bong and a beanbag
Where I put my keys at?
Where did my mind go
And what is the soul
I'm asking the bros but don't nobody know
Passing the blunt we like ducks in a row
Feel like the king made five bucks at the show
And I'm on one
Don't gotta drive getting litty no problems
Gimme Lip service don't gimme no gossip
Living life like no-one watching
And that's the problem
Show must go on
Pull the plug
Say so long
We got it
What you gon' do now
Cant let foos down
Gonna make you proud
Don't ask me how
Till that go blaow
Making firework like wow
If it don't look good be loud
Might die but I went out proud
Fucking up all year
Stear clear give a fuck about
Dear
Don't cry lemme wipe these mirrors
That's better now tell you what you wanna hear
But I'm lying like the weather I'm not good I'm getting better
Immma say and do whatever but its all not true
Not fair to put it all on you
7 days a week
But 7 days a week you a freak
7 days a weeks 7 days a week
7 Days a week in the streets
And 7 more days in the sheets like
Credits
Writer(s): Britten Wright
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