Tuesday
(Voicemail from Dad)
Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step out,
A crazy kid, sicker than meth,
South of Mason-Dixon
New day, new niggas, the same shit
Cats hate, but their dames are kicking it, so
Whatever
Me and my mean crew
Drink blood, bleed crude
And get to know these females' guts like they see-through
Says that house-nigger savage
Blowing cannabis
With hands that reek of pussy and acid,
It's only Tuesday
Yo, I ain't hood and I don't try to be
I just smoke and snort coke off of ivory
But when I'm cheefing, I'm cheeching with my chieftains
And if that bitch is hating,
Then fuck her while she sleeping
Fuck a hustle too, shoes off, feet up,
Hundreds on the re-up, no need to be so envious
My sneakers from Kyoto keep the cutty too ADIDAS
Give these kamikaze Christians a reason to call me Jesus
Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step out,
Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step-
Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I-
Swag dies when I step out
Fuck it, it's only Tuesday
Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step out,
Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step-
Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I-
Swag dies when I step out
Fuck it, it's only Tuesday
Drunker than a motherfucker, ascot red
The poison in my blood'd leave a mad god dead
Pretty toes on the dash while I gas on reds,
And get hyperbolic dome like mascot heads
We out
Blame the blotter paper
Home is Portland,
That's not why I'm a blazer
Dangerous dank is,
I gotta stay glacious
Lip gloss sticking to my drawers where her face was/
Is
Eyes lit like Lo-Pan to slow jams
These teen hands make me feel like an old man
Cold cans, punk rock, joints, and a sheet
Now I'm a motherfucking hipster cuz Pabst is cheap?
Whatever
I'm Judas to these niggas,
No crucifix needed
Bruise a bitch with no worries
On early nights with my boys,
My vision blurry
Death is so fucking boring
I'm living life in a hurry cuz
Fuck it, it's only Tuesday
It was all pale crimson
And saccharine at the edges
Plumes of vanilla in acrylic toenails
We kicked puddles about
And now we're laughing
Spent hours laughing
Drinking fire, smoking, and smelling flowers
Waiting for Fall and whatever follows. The
Soil warm on our feet
The clouds lower than we are
Some days are forever,
And some are Tuesday
Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step out,
Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step-
Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I-
Swag dies when I step out
Fuck it, it's only Tuesday
Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step out,
Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step-
Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I-
Swag dies when I step out
Fuck it, it's only Tuesday