Tuesday

[Intro: Johnny Venus] Sleeping flow to flow with the angels Door to door like Khroma Hit ya door with that Kramer All shaky and angry Watch ya step Head to toe, head to toe [Verse 1: Johnny Venus] I know the money won't change us I ain't change my face in at least 'bout 8 months I ain't change my skin in at least 'bout 8 suns Same socks from that day one run The problem is that you never play with lingo, son Let that sink in like that lake or sumin' You just made 50 grand in a day or sumin' We can't bring 'em back but it's gon' be okay, pour some Anybody 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 the K-0 sumin' I got the strap, I gotta eat, I got some beamers to defeat Like great grandma Shelton Like it's just me against myself and I gotta slay [?] [Verse 2: Jordxn Bryant] When I'm high I feel my wings Clip them shits if my soul's 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 net, left me empty Underestimated-- the texts she sent me From then on, I acted extra friendly All I got is time to waste Spill the 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, but I'm tryna say: Nigga, I spill [Verse 3: Doctur Dot] Look in the mirror [?] 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 read bones of the richest dances you know Could be the North Pole just put this glass to your nose Breathe deep and stick a rapper (wrapper) 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 tunnelling with spoons to free you niggas Pussy is my favorite vice and my vulnerability is limited To the records I've written in, to the bitches I'm smiting 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