"Lady Thursday" lyrics
Down
We take it down
My dear, you know
We take it down, down
Ay
Yeah, she was a failed poet being railroaded at a drug trial
Exchanging their high engagement for micropayments
Pulling hallucinogens from a dung pound
'Boutta lose it again like what now?
Looking for a lower God to jump down, and I
Pulled up look at this record brick of kief, she's in disbelief
Yeah I went from red Corvette to a patronage in a nut house
From international flights, an underwater mortgage, and a bus route
As far as that dumb shit, I gotta full dose during that pilot study
Here's a pro-tip, them slow pokes don't know shit, I didn't depend on private monies
I thought my medical marijuana racket was pretty much recession proof
Now I'm tryna be strong in the eyes for the trophy wives in a Texas suit
I've been shining the windows of this Lexus coup
A resentment fallout which reels off in a endless loop and you know that's the truth, my dear
The trillionaire triage cackle as they slut shame mother nature
With you forever fearing that whether we're eating where the dustbowl's your undertaker
But I sink my hands in the cold of clay
Take a roll in the hay with a love maker
I feel you
You need me
(We're together)
Yeah, she was a failed poet being railroaded at a drug trial
Exchanging their high engagement for micropayments
Pulling hallucinogens from a dung pound
'Boutta lose it again like what now?
Looking for a lower God to jump down, and I
Pulled up—
Pulled up—
Yeah I went from red Corvette to a patronage in a nuthouse
Down
We take it down
Pulled up—
Breathe
[?]
We take it down
My dear, you know
We take it down, down
Ay
Yeah, she was a failed poet being railroaded at a drug trial
Exchanging their high engagement for micropayments
Pulling hallucinogens from a dung pound
'Boutta lose it again like what now?
Looking for a lower God to jump down, and I
Pulled up look at this record brick of kief, she's in disbelief
Yeah I went from red Corvette to a patronage in a nut house
From international flights, an underwater mortgage, and a bus route
As far as that dumb shit, I gotta full dose during that pilot study
Here's a pro-tip, them slow pokes don't know shit, I didn't depend on private monies
I thought my medical marijuana racket was pretty much recession proof
Now I'm tryna be strong in the eyes for the trophy wives in a Texas suit
I've been shining the windows of this Lexus coup
A resentment fallout which reels off in a endless loop and you know that's the truth, my dear
The trillionaire triage cackle as they slut shame mother nature
With you forever fearing that whether we're eating where the dustbowl's your undertaker
But I sink my hands in the cold of clay
Take a roll in the hay with a love maker
I feel you
You need me
(We're together)
Yeah, she was a failed poet being railroaded at a drug trial
Exchanging their high engagement for micropayments
Pulling hallucinogens from a dung pound
'Boutta lose it again like what now?
Looking for a lower God to jump down, and I
Pulled up—
Pulled up—
Yeah I went from red Corvette to a patronage in a nuthouse
Down
We take it down
Pulled up—
Breathe
[?]
