JaoT - My Friday

I been riding with my seat back
And I'm just tryna kick my feet back
And all that talking you can keep that
I made that girl hit the road for giving feedback
And my wallet looking compact
And my diet say I'm too fat
And I ain't tryna get that girl back
I just wanted lay around and drink a six pack
And that's my fucking Friday

Wake up but I dont wanna get up
I don't wanna get up
I don't wanna get up
Laying in my rut
Spark one to make it through the day
Make it through the day
I gotta make it through the day
But my girl caught me now I got hell to pay
I ain't tryna hear you while I'm eating my cereal
I ain't tryna hear it
While I'm eating my cereal
I don't wanna be near you
These captain crunch man they know my feeling
Know my feelings
They really know my feelings
Barely eight-thirty and I'm thinking 'bout killing
Thinking bout calling my job like fuck it I quit
Fully equipped F bombs and shit
Sucking mad dog down like the pup of a pit
Sick of the scripts and and politics
Most of all sick of rocking this face smile
Sick being fake polite don't really give a fuck
Like Karen how's your fucking day now?!
Well I'ma tell you how my day going
Other day my dog died
Damn he had a luminating smile
That piled on to my dark cloak wanna know who look after his child
Ten hours a day I dawn a mask and put on a fucking show
And when the act end my life begin but don't know who I am no more

I been riding with my seat back
And I'm just tryna kick my feet back
And all that talking you can keep that
I made that girl hit the road for giving feedback
And my mama say I'm too rad
But I act too much like my real dad
And still ain't tryna get that girl back
I just wanna lay around and zip some zig-zags

I disgusted by my level of conformity
And by the shit I legit just pretend to be
Tryna get back to the me that was formally
And not the me in the scene that's performing me
I swear the man in the mirror he haunting me
He be looking in my eyes so dauntingly
In hims everything I don't wanna
He look at me and he see what he's gonna be
I just wanna smoke one with the reaper
He come to me and he said you keeper
I still bring sounds like a onomatopoeia
But I feel out my times like Im riding with a beeper
And I been riding with my seat back
I'm tryna relax so I relapse
Yeah I gotta mind but I don't need that
Cuz I don't even think when I speak back
It's so strange that when I'm alone
I think of no one
No one but you, true

I been riding with my seat back
And I'm just tryna kick my feet back
And all that talking you can keep that
I made that girl hit the road for giving feedback
My sweatpants is looking too bag
And I got holes in my durag
I still ain't tryna get that girl back
I just wanna lay around and bump some Lupe
And that's my fucking Friday

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