Trip on a Tuesday, f#ck it
Tripped on my shoelace stuntin’, yeah
I got no blue face, nothin’
I got maybe like a buck and some change
I know I ain’t really makin’ enough change
I ain’t really provin nothin’ to nothin’ or no one
Assuming there’s something I owe one, f#ck it
London fog, good morning sun
I need a London fog latte to run it up
I’m mourning the morning sun
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Wonder what am I?
Get the blunt burned to the third degree [You smoke too much
I’m a different pedigree, better breed, better when smacked [Yeah, right
Can you reach out? [Aight
Can you try a few timеs? [Cap
I swear I’ll call back
I know I’m pourin’ up too early as of lately
Hold mе down, I hope that you could change me
I ain’t notice you was on the same thing
I’m not sure we’d make it past a maybe
Trip on a Tuesday, f#ck it
Trip on a Tuesday, f#ck it, f#ck it
Trip on a Tuesday, f#ck it
Trip on a Tuesday, f#ck it, f#ck it
London fog, good morning sun
I need a london fog latte to run it up
I’m mourning the morning sun
London fog, good morning sun
I need a london fog latte to run it up
I’m mourning the morning sun
I know I’ve been
I know I’ve been
I know I’ve been
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’
I can’t hide my feelings
Think I need a minute
Think I need a minute
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Feeling her like spicy food
Won’t phone me, she wanted a nice ring too
Both lonely, she been in an ice cream mood
Just slide, might even like seafood
Both lonely, she been in an ice cream mood
Just slide, I might even like seafood
Feeling her like spicy food
Won’t phone me, she wanted a nice ring too
Both lonely, she been in an ice cream mood
No secrets, she know me and I scream too
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