Scence - Thursday

How you gon act on your worst day, how you going back on your first day
Party on your birthday, cause your thirstay, Thursday, Thursday ya, Thursday, Thursday ya

Im at the spot, I'm making moves, wasted months, I've got stuff to prove
Bitch im me, you're the star but I'm the one they all paid to see yaaa ya ya
I'm bullet proof, drivin thru la with the sunroof, mamacita, I'm the truth
All the time, Scence the man, bottom line, I'm way to fucked up, I'm fucked up ya ya ya

How you gon act on your worst day, how you going back on your first day
Party on your birthday, cause your thirstay, Thursday, Thursday ya, Thursday, Thursday ya

I'm god-sent, I'm anxious, I'm down for sure, the profit, is slipping
Im all alone, I fucked her, I kissed her, I walked away, cause Scence just left with a sommer ray

I pulled up wit they key, no stoppin, how I lost it, but I'm still fucking popping ya

It's hard to have a voice, if you're not seeing profit
What's the point of love if you're not in love

Deposit for your time, Ima boss it, deposit for your soul, Ima cross it
Ive been making bands, but I still might lose it, I'm anxious, I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up, oh ya ya
Disconnect from the world, you left with no text, where'd you come from girl
I'm the man of the hour, and you dim
Sum girl

How you gon act on your worst day, how you going back on your first day
Party on your birthday, cause your thirstay, Thursday, Thursday ya, Thursday, Thursday ya

Written by:
Scence Weera

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