Thursday

Take a step back think I lost myself

One quick smack from the bong should help

Write this track for the wrongs I've dealt

Damn near starved myself

Man these nights is long and I'm sleepless

I keep fighting off all my demons

Got right to know why all my highs are low

And these times alone are my deepest

I need this, Jesus please just

Answer me,

Cause there's a cancel fee

But lately I been thinking what my chances be

To walk away and stumble cross the answers b

Won't need you anymore so don't hassle me

Don't ask for me, cause you won't get shit

Least not right now cause I'm drunk as shit

Got a half ounce bag of that funk ass shit

Don't ask for a hit, cause you won't get shit

Oh you don't get it, why I'm so selfish

Tryna put a hundred racks where that fucking shelf is

Lobster tail for dinner that's a fucking shell fish

I want it all to myself, before I go to hell bitch

Golden grill shit

Won't recognize me

Tryna get a little money tryna televise it

Someone call up MTV and tell em televise this

 

We coming live hoe for seven days straight Thursday to Thursday

We could do this shit unplugged like Kurt Cobain

Screaming out my lungs, know them fuckers heard me

Bitch I'm tryna get paid get my first gold chain

Tryna put a little shine where that fucking dirt be

Bleep out and censor the whole god damn thing

make sure you get it on them fucking airwaves

 

BANG

 

It's a curtain call, come back come back come back come back

Guess they want more, cause they screaming come back

Is it all in my head or they screaming come back

It's a curtain call come back come back

It's a curtain call come back come back

Fuck a curtain call I be back next Thursday

They say I've gone crazy and they say it like a sure thing

Screaming that I'm trapped as I'm staring through the door way

Come back come back, nah I can't do it your way

I'ma do it my way ninety on the high way

Motha fucka find me Can't do it myself

Say I've gone crazy saying I should find help

 

Saying I should find help

Fuck you this BARS, no way

I say grind hard or no pay

I strain my heart whole days

Motherfucker sometimes whole weeks

Find me in a kush coma or I find no sleep

I'm a motherfucking wolf can't count no sheep

Couple inches deep where you find those teeth

Locked and Berried in my head where you find those dreams

Looking at my pockets and I find no cream

Got me stressing

Turn it back tape two asking questions

Motherfucker you know me, not too well though

Marty and Bars, not two cell phones

Bars don't answer and Marty MIA

Less you be my girl I ain't answer hell no

Back off hell nah, get gone go long

Less you talking money or gon' write this song

Get gone

I ain't tryna hear a word I'm in my fucking zone

Get gone

I done given you enough get gone