Weekday

Fucked up, twisted on a weekday
I been on a call with my parents, call that a threeway
Living on my own shit, thought that would be easy
Almost drove myself fucking crazy, I ain't lying

I been saying ok
Yea I'm really ok
But I never notice
My world has been going sideways
My girl saying no way
Why you still imposing
All your insecurities
I thought you were done growing
Silly me
Yea I'm still holding my grudges
No I'd never need
All the help these people fronting
Is it all lies
Is it something worse discussing
I don't even try
To meet them all up out in public
Baby what you need
Yea we got them trees
Smoking like we got a new disease
That can only be
Solved with copious amounts of weed
What you running from
That's a good ass question
Why don't we
Leave that shit alone

Fucked up, twisted on a weekday
I been on a call with my parents, call that a threeway
Living on my own shit, thought that would be easy
Almost drove myself fucking crazy, I ain't lying

I ain't, I ain't lying
i ain't lying
i been fine, yea
i been fine
I looked all over my mind and I'm alright
Now would you please stop trying to come inside

You not invited
I'm busy with all my vices
I had a girl once that liked it
Now on second thought she showed me
Everything that led me like it
Whatever you want
I'm loading the car
I'm running away
It's getting too hard
Don't test me I put all this on you
I don't know what happened to the old me
It's been way too long to come through
I don't know what went wrong

Fucked up, twisted on a weekday
I been on a call with my parents, call that a threeway
Living on my own shit, thought that would be easy
Almost drove myself fucking crazy, I ain't lying

I ain't lying
I know that you want to
Come inside



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Ghods
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