Lyrics:
Monday the freaking first day of the week
I drank so much my knees are still weak
And Tuesday isn't better at all
I need to get a hold of myself
Intro
it was a tuesday, i was in my mothers house
my sister call my mother phone say she wanna talk to me
say gbolaga, you need another option
that
Don't go away
Don't go away
Don't go away
Fuckin'
Tuesday I hate your answer machine
Message for you I can't say what I mean
I don't care that
танцы в кровати
Я в молчании спятил
себя спрятал
но тебе все же признался
I hate fridays
I hate mondays
tuesdays
wednesdays
all days
without you
I hate
It’s monday, i’m late for work again
Same bag, and old shoes to retain
Another day, another “time to pretend”
Then tuesday, i take my kids to school
Caught you out on the Tuesday
And you were rocking that t-shirt
When we were hungover, in your bedroom, It was the one i used to wear
A moment
[Chorus]
Don't go away
Don't go away
Don't go away
Fucking
Tuesday I hate your answer machine
Message for you I can't say what I mean
I don't care
way
Vibin' away
Tryin' find a hoe to slide in today
No way
I stay loyal to my bae cause she ain't going away
No way
It's Tuesday
I rhyme 'till I'm blue
I'm tryna get you to the crib to make a movie
We can go and grab some tacos if you free on Tuesday
Wear that dress I like
Threw on my silk shirt lookin'
Tuesday
Maybe on the Wednesday
We'll have conversation
What about Thursday
Maybe go with Friday
Every day is fun day
With conversation
Loosen your belt
I believe in me
I know you don't see
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
I pray
Ota o bayomi
Sugbon Olorun nbe loke
Titi lai lai
On a Virginia tobacco plantation in '51
March 16th, a Tuesday, was born James Madison
He attended College of New Jersey, that's Princeton today
is a place for you in my heart
A place we never fell apart
Well it's Tuesday again
And I'm missing you, my best friend
There was a place we'd always
William Henry was born on a plantation called Berkeley
Tuesday, February ninth, 1773
He attended a small college in VA for three years
Then,
Millard Fillmore was born
On a cold Tuesday morn
The 7th of January, 1800
Got no schooling, was poor
But learned to be a lawyer
At 23, opened his
standing up
It's too late
I'm just spitting these feelings on Tuesdays
I'm wearing my hat like a toupee
C'mon baby girl, why you gotta hate?
On a young man
yea
So I believe in me
I know you don't see
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday I pray
Ota o bayomi
Sugbon olorun nbe Loke
Titi
more apathy
Another cell to hold us
Another war draws near
The sheep are all together and
Have to lie in fear
Tuesday, May 18th 1993 aus-Rotten
Denied
‘Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday love’
‘Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday love (Mergo!)’
‘Sunday
fucking block
Shot spotter let'em know
But its too late
Niggas spilled his taco
Then i guess it's fucking tuesday
Choppy talk
Choppy talk this that choppy
on a cornflake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long
I am
It's Satuday nite
And I feel alright
(Sunday Monday) I can't wait
(Tuesday Wednesday) Just three more days
(Thursday Friday) Here it comes
I'ts
In my Ford baby blue
And I don't mind
If we end up back at yours or mine
Tell me you'll see me next Tuesday
We'll meet at your friend's cafe
And I'll
Actually we're closed on Tuesday
Oh gosh. I wanted to go with my Valentine
It look looks so good, but, all right
So let me see about huh, yeah
I gotta see
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