Dame M2G - All Nighters On Weekdays

I been wasting too much time
yeah, Blunted
It's 5 o'clock in the morning, again

All nighters' on weekdays
Beats on replay
Avoiding the he said she say
Still got some weak traits
I'm knowing just how defeat taste But I'm committed to this grind
It's a M2G thing
You feel the heat rise
Soon as I catch my heat wave
I'm never sweating rappers
It's hard enough for me to keep weight
My mind is hardly at its free state
I need a clean slate
I'm a dollar short
And bout a week late

With every road that I take
I'll be here till' i'm gone
With my feet on the ground
And my Head in the sky
No Idea where i'm going
Backwoods got it fill with some potent
I feel the need to be no one
But low-key know that i'm chosen
So, on and on imma keep on composin'
This is not what I intended
But my vision then was so impaired
I was sniffen, twisten, sippen
Getting bitches off a stare
I feel like Freddy C sometimes
Even though large is what I wear
I'm talking big dog shit
Keep your lil' bars over there
Because I don't care
Oh no no
Ask my bitch
She gon' tell you the same
Confirm it with my friends
If you can find where they're at
Word to doc
He know im never gon' change
And that's okay
I honestly just don't have time for that
Shit

All nighters on weekdays
Beats on replay
Avoiding the he said she say
Still got some weak traits
I'm knowing just how defeat taste
But im committed to this grind
It's a M2G thing
You feel the heat rise
Soon as I catch my heat wave
I'm never sweating rappers
It's hard enough for me to keep weight
My mind is hardly at it's free state
I need a clean slate
I'm a dollar short
And bout a week late

I don't know if im blessed nigga
So don't come around me
If you don't plan on having my best interest
I've been learning lately
To fill my head with correct answers
Erasing white lies
I swear that shits a direct cancer

Written by:
Damien Hopper

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