I'm Out
Five days a week I be on my shit
It's the weekend
Had to blow the office a kiss
I'm out
Yeah I'm out
Five days a week I be on my shit
It's the weekend now, I told my boss I quit
I'm out
Yeah I'm out
Nine a.m my alarm stay ringing
Moms in the kitchen with the Jill Scott singing
Got to wake that ass up
Before she come in here tripping
Run to the store, then clean up the kitchen
Damn
Can I get the crust out my eyes first
Before I hear lot of getting on my nerves
Saturday morning sleeping in, think I deserve
A little bit of me time
I'ma skip church
So Don't judge me
Cause Monday to Saturday
Y'all be acting like heathens and hypocrites
Go ahead and call it quits
I'm just trying to relax
Watch the Wood with a bowl full of shrimp and grits
And I gotta have em cheesy
Putting sugar in your grits
Got me feeling uneasy
I can't trust it
But it's cool cause this weekend
Man I'm trying to do nothing
Five days a week I be on my shit
It's the weekend
Had to blow the office a kiss
I'm out
Yeah I'm out
Five days a week I be on my shit
It's the weekend now, I told my boss I quit
I'm out
Yeah I'm out
Eight a.m now my lady putting me to work
Vacuum, laundry, cooking
Got us taking turns
Lighting incense on the counter top
Let um burn
She talking about some Costco
When are y'all gone learn
Not today
I'ma sit back, kick my feet up
Crack this Hennessy
Watch the bulls light the heat up
Hit my bro Meech
Hit the lab, write some heat up
Slap it in the whip
While we lightning all the streets up
All week busy, working someone else's hustle
After hours on my grind
Gaining extra muscle
I can't wait to unwind, from stacking up the duffle
You trying to hit the spades
Run it
Go ahead and shuffle
Sunday nights for the fam, we chilling
Eyes getting heavy and my head keep spinning
A new week here, man it's just the beginning
Monday blues, I already miss the weekend
Five days a week I be on my shit
It's the weekend
Had to blow the office a kiss
I'm out
Yeah I'm out
Five days a week I be on my shit
It's the weekend now, I told my boss I quit
I'm out
Yeah I'm out
It's the weekend
Had to blow the office a kiss
I'm out
Yeah I'm out
Five days a week I be on my shit
It's the weekend now, I told my boss I quit
I'm out
Yeah I'm out
Nine a.m my alarm stay ringing
Moms in the kitchen with the Jill Scott singing
Got to wake that ass up
Before she come in here tripping
Run to the store, then clean up the kitchen
Damn
Can I get the crust out my eyes first
Before I hear lot of getting on my nerves
Saturday morning sleeping in, think I deserve
A little bit of me time
I'ma skip church
So Don't judge me
Cause Monday to Saturday
Y'all be acting like heathens and hypocrites
Go ahead and call it quits
I'm just trying to relax
Watch the Wood with a bowl full of shrimp and grits
And I gotta have em cheesy
Putting sugar in your grits
Got me feeling uneasy
I can't trust it
But it's cool cause this weekend
Man I'm trying to do nothing
Five days a week I be on my shit
It's the weekend
Had to blow the office a kiss
I'm out
Yeah I'm out
Five days a week I be on my shit
It's the weekend now, I told my boss I quit
I'm out
Yeah I'm out
Eight a.m now my lady putting me to work
Vacuum, laundry, cooking
Got us taking turns
Lighting incense on the counter top
Let um burn
She talking about some Costco
When are y'all gone learn
Not today
I'ma sit back, kick my feet up
Crack this Hennessy
Watch the bulls light the heat up
Hit my bro Meech
Hit the lab, write some heat up
Slap it in the whip
While we lightning all the streets up
All week busy, working someone else's hustle
After hours on my grind
Gaining extra muscle
I can't wait to unwind, from stacking up the duffle
You trying to hit the spades
Run it
Go ahead and shuffle
Sunday nights for the fam, we chilling
Eyes getting heavy and my head keep spinning
A new week here, man it's just the beginning
Monday blues, I already miss the weekend
Five days a week I be on my shit
It's the weekend
Had to blow the office a kiss
I'm out
Yeah I'm out
Five days a week I be on my shit
It's the weekend now, I told my boss I quit
I'm out
Yeah I'm out
Credits
Writer(s): Donte Jackson, Dimitrius Lynch, Jaime Anderson, Garrett Swenson
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