TUESDAY BLUES.
I think fell in and out of love
When I got drunk, I fucked up the lawn
I guess I got Tuesday blues all along
But I won't waste your name, in my songs
I think I threw up (Threw up)
My head got fucked up (Hungover)
Hit the gas I pull off, mhm
I toast a few shots, mhm...
Please don't call on me now
Girl, I don't need you for nun
I fell asleep with my gun
Cuz I be dreaming I'm done
In my dreams, I feel I can't run
I don't know where to go
So can you Uber me home
I just think I need...
Will you wake me up when it's done?
Cuz these Tuesday Blues are no fun
And I haven't seen my mom in some months
And lately, I been so out of touch
(But I don't want you thinking I need you)
(I don't want you thinking it's done)
(I don't want you thinking I need you)
(I need you, well it's over...)
When I'm alone, I'm do not disturb
I don't do love I promise you I've been hurt
She wants my heart, girl good luck on that search
I need some God, will you take me to church?
And sometimes I be thinking I need ya
Wintertime I keep my hand on my heater
Nehemiah, I be thinking I see ya
But it's over and I'm sober...
(I think fell in and out of love
When I got drunk, I fucked up the lawn
I guess I got Tuesday blues all along
But I won't waste your name, in my songs...)
This my carpe diem, I ain't worried bout no fake love
I think that I moved on, and ain't worried what you say, love
Moving to LA, I want that Cali-fornication
Mob with a bitch from army, now she showing me her cadence
But these Tuesday blues are the worst
When I got drunk, I fucked up the lawn
I guess I got Tuesday blues all along
But I won't waste your name, in my songs
I think I threw up (Threw up)
My head got fucked up (Hungover)
Hit the gas I pull off, mhm
I toast a few shots, mhm...
Please don't call on me now
Girl, I don't need you for nun
I fell asleep with my gun
Cuz I be dreaming I'm done
In my dreams, I feel I can't run
I don't know where to go
So can you Uber me home
I just think I need...
Will you wake me up when it's done?
Cuz these Tuesday Blues are no fun
And I haven't seen my mom in some months
And lately, I been so out of touch
(But I don't want you thinking I need you)
(I don't want you thinking it's done)
(I don't want you thinking I need you)
(I need you, well it's over...)
When I'm alone, I'm do not disturb
I don't do love I promise you I've been hurt
She wants my heart, girl good luck on that search
I need some God, will you take me to church?
And sometimes I be thinking I need ya
Wintertime I keep my hand on my heater
Nehemiah, I be thinking I see ya
But it's over and I'm sober...
(I think fell in and out of love
When I got drunk, I fucked up the lawn
I guess I got Tuesday blues all along
But I won't waste your name, in my songs...)
This my carpe diem, I ain't worried bout no fake love
I think that I moved on, and ain't worried what you say, love
Moving to LA, I want that Cali-fornication
Mob with a bitch from army, now she showing me her cadence
But these Tuesday blues are the worst
Credits
Writer(s): Deshawn Mabon
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