[Intro]
Was home from my last shift
I barely stretched the toe and now I'm out the door I bundle up
I grab a coat I know, baby
Wednesday
[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Its Wednesday, three hours home for my last shift
I barely stretched the toe and now I'm out the door I bundle up
I grab a coat I know, baby, can't let that little draft in
I know this is the dirty hotline [?]
Everybody want to move here they got tools here, we got yours here
And we don't play no favorites, cause everybody hated it
[?] was just the greatness, in Batman's mama's basement
Curtis was bumping faces, and now y'all can't replace us
Let us in the Matrix [?] like some Haitians
In the L I can start expecting pellets to come flying through these windows
And if they don't, I know I ain't work hard enough
Let Malcolm X some other train tracks what I'm charted for
My n***a gonna ball out for us, that ain't what I'm worried about
You worry about word of mouth, you worry about your 30s now
Some n****s just got locked up, they worry about working out
I see there's some flurries out, and yes this guy working now
My n****s in Baltimore, and they can't wait to get out
Quiet life when we out, y'all still think we soldiers
And just seen the [?] so excuse the commotions
My girl just hopped on top, Driver please ignore the motion
Straight to the public prom, from outdoor public home
I used to hit Banana Republic with public moans
And ride that Oakland ave Bumping thuggish, ruggish bone
Like it was '92 but that's 2000
[Verse 2: JID]
Yea, red lipstick
Rose petals, heartbreak
I was a Marilyn Manson dancing in the sun rays
She bumping some gunplay
We never talk shit, bump a gum, she be back one day
And she know, we lay back inside of the coupe
Too see to let the clouds and the stars play your movie
We was broke then, now everyone's a star and every day's the move
So tell me how you are
I'm fine, I'm still breathing in the sun up
My girl pussy so good I had to buy some nun-chucks
In a gun because these n****s behind your back be trying front
They hit you from the side you own duck anyways I run them up
You fine so so what's up?
Let me do some things to ya, we could schmang smash bang
I'm Corey, your Topanga, little shawty looking dangerous but that's really fat
And it's not just the angles, Instagram scales oh
I need you right now, baby I cannot wait
I'm starving like a Marvin I have not ate
Seen you round five, said you get up round eight
It's like 7:45 when the clock strikes nine trying to have you on my plate
And I'm not 6'5, 4, 3, 2 fresh for time so you can take your
You can take your time
I'm just tired of riming really trying to climb in
[Verse 3: Doctur Dot:]
There’s puddles everywhere, I guess it must have rained last night
See I’m a pain in the behind because I’m the brain-dead type
But my brother Venus yeah, he like one of those Rainman types
Calculate the moolah quick and do a lame high-five
See my medulla full of gouda, It’s the cheese inside
She was a vegan till I slide salami inside
Mee ohh my he said, but he sing so high
The only N**** that can cry and pop beans all night
And as the king spit his blood into the sink
He blinked twice, start to cough, had a thought
What if all the subjects got tired of the fuck shit?
Got tired of the royalty only fucking their cousins
Dilapidated towers, the empire is crumbling
The fall of old regimes, feed the hunger to the young one
Ooh, I think he’s on to something
Instead of blowing money how bout we try owning something
Cause I ain’t balling, don’t need to be
My hunger is feeding me
She doubled them keepers because she struggled with keeping me
And somewhere long the line I guess I lost all my decency
And the genius ribcage, that’s the place where the demons sleep
Lala la, finally
[Verse 4: Hollywood JB]
Head laid on plush pillows, as the smoke billows
Out my mouth and nose, anticipation grows (it grows and grows)
Like willows
She eager to know what I think
I ask for a drink, she pours, I sip, she pours
I want more (I want more)
She want me to open up
But she sees I’m holding tough
I wanna let her in but she ain’t old enough
Wisdom and age don’t relate by the days
And Jesus argued with the priest, at 12 some would say (some would say)
But what I hold in my cranium could run the strongest man away
That’s why I’m always on the chase
For understanding, Look at my life and try to understand it
Took my circumstances and I manage
Ripped up all my plans and freelanced it
?when you looking for some new shoes to stand in
And fuck sitting in a box when you can be outstanding
Fuck a Plymouth Rock
Every place I stop, is my new landing
