Tuesday (Torba 2015)

Текст песни EarthGang feat Jordxn Bryant - Tuesday (Torba 2015)

Sleeping floor to floor with the angels
Door to door like Kramer
Hit ya door with that Kramer
All shaky and angry

Watch ya step, head to toe, head to toe
I know the money won't change us
I ain't change my face in at least 'bout eight months
I ain't change my skin in at least 'bout eight suns

Same socks from that day one run
The problem is ya never play with lingo, son
Let that sink in, like a lake or sumn'
You just made 50 grand in a day or sumn'

We can't bring 'em back but it's gon' be okay, pour some
Henny by the case til' my face go numb
Bitch, this beat got the whole place all dumb
And I'm just tryna see where I can place both thumbs

I got a legacy to keep, I got to KO sumn'
I gotta scrap, I gotta eat, I got some demons to defeat
Like great grandma Shelton
Like it's just me against myself and I gotta slay both of 'em

When I'm high I feel my wings
Clip them shits if my soul is in your view
Feeling sober in a pool of Hen and Cola, breaking rules
Like "that's ya girl?", I hit her too

Love just how that figure move
Figure you just run and pass and so that's why I stuck and move
Premonitions from the texts she sent me

My homie told me she a queen
But guillotine was the neck, head left me empty
Underestimated the texts she sent me
From then on, I acted extra friendly

All I got is time to waste
Spillin' liquor on the time-x face
Trip a nigga if I'm tryna chase

Trampoline dreams get me high today
Feel me or kill me, what I'm tryna say
Nigga, I spill

Look in the mirror, promise self some honest wealth
'Cause I love drugs too much to even try to sell
I guess I love up too much for all this right and left
But I fucked up so much, it's only writing left

Right at the bottom left corner of the city
Where the red clay master redbones are the richest dancers you know
Could be the North Pole, just put this glass to your nose
Breathe deep and stick a rapper right in the back of your throat

Baby girl, if you ain't certain, you should probably reconsider
Reconnecting with the nigga you was fucking 'fore I hit it
I'm a hazard, I'm a master, I'm a slave, I'm a sickness
I'm a blunt away from tunnellin' with spoons to free you niggas

Pussy is my favorite vice and my vulnerability's limited
To the records I've written and to the bitches I'm smitten with
Death of a little brother can turn you into a kid again
He's in a better place, the toe tag was just the ticket in