Lyrics:
Except on Wednesdays
When I get rudely awakened by the dustmen
(Parklife)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea
And I think about leaving the house
hear my heart
But damn, it got hit by a Smark bus
And landed in Pontiac
So I tell my mellow to send it back
Come on, wined and my back blow up
Look for
in my throne
Now, baby that lime with that Patron
Have me talkin' crazy, it's time to come on home
Now, I talk with someone above
It's okay to lose
sweet tree
I get high in my low-ass boot-cut jean
I like being seen
I look good with my drink-eat-no-sleep, take-a-leap longevity
I get high on my
aspect
Cool to the touch
Drink from my warm cup
Life is the blood, yeah
Now I'm alive, yeah
All things I am
In blood I have tasted
All that I am
He call me wet, Aquafina
Fucked up his head like amnesia
We off Patron margaritas in this club
Peepin' you and you peepin' me and I wanna give you
child's world
And then I ran my tin-cup heart along
The prison of her ribs
And then with a toss of her curls
That little girl goes wading in
Rolling
best
I'm not seduced by your cheap love
Or your patrons of mesh
You make me die, now
You make me die, now
I heard all you got to say
I heard in school
Well, honey, do you think that we could start all over?
You could go back to school
We could rent a house out in arizona
I hear they all have
sweet tree
I get high in my low-ass boot-cut jean
I like being seen
I look good with my drink-eat-no-sleep, take-a-leap longevity
I get high on my
waters by
My soul thou hath restored again
And me to walk dost make
Within the path of righteousness
Even for his name's sake
Yeah, though I walk in
goes like this
Wake up, check that off of some list
Gotta be a little something more than this
The bottom of my coffee cup
I keep a postcard in
Yo, I'm sippin' on Patrón, got that green like I'm mowin',
In my cup, golden liquid, where I'm goin', they all knowin'.
TikTok tickin', clips are
minutes ago
I had to do it haha, yeah
It's Christmas time in the city y'all
Yeah, it's Christmas time in the city y'all
Brought to you by Bigg Snoop Dogg
club in America
Had a fear of falling pianos
Now exists in the interval between being and illusion
In the saddle of a phosphorous horse
A patron
I'm cutting ties with things that bind my heart to this world
I love you and I'm willing but I cannot keep you, girl
Philly by the morning and Ohio
Sly Solo
Ayy, bitch we so lost in our cups
Ayy, shawty so lost in her cup
Ayy, bitch I'm so lost in my cup
Ayy, Solo
Ayy
She wanna kick it tonight
Uh bad bitch yeah she all up on my cellphone
Two phones for the plug and for the lost souls
Two cups for the lean and for the Patron
Uh you think I'm
turning caine into rocks
And I carry two glocks so I can't be stopped
From the city to the state I'm pushing rhymes like weight
Pitbulls by
a day
I said I need a bae
She said believe in faith
Mom, they love me either way
Hold up, wait
Let me set my alarm
You say don't sweat your alarm
Standing in the presence of Our Lady of Electric Light
Tiny plastic sabers
Piled high to my knees
Though the war rages on
I still find no enemies
They draw
To objects and their fields
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked
Let me tell you bout a guy I know,
He's my baby and he lives next door
Every morning when the sun comes up,
He brings me coffee in my favorite cup
Hey, mm
We got forty-five bitches just livin' it up
Been too damn long without a sip of my cup
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough,
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