"2PM On A Tuesday" lyrics

"2PM On A Tuesday"

If Marcus Ryan makes a million dollars then, look, I ain't ever going broke
And even if he don't make a million, I'll make that shit on my own
Like to act like the shit ain't bout the money, but, it's only ever been about the money
And I ain't ever met a single person that could fuck with me if I had money
And I been playing with the Tune Squad, while everybody on the Monstars
Nothing but a bunch of Kyle Lowry's, 'cause they don't show up when the game starts
Every record that I'm laying down is like I'm at your window with a boombox
Type of shit that you just can't ignore and tend to rap the words when it comes on
Used to catch me with the tip-toes with a bag of weed outside of Citgo
But nowadays don't check the price of gas because I'd rather Uber to the crib though
And I don't know, my crib is crazy, my bitch is crazy, that's how it goes
And I might drop another fucking album after this one, listen, who knows?

And it's 2PM on a Tuesday and I'm just now getting up
What you think, do I give a fuck?
What you think, do I give a fuck?
Know one day these long nights gon' kill me, but so what?
What you think, do I give a fuck?
What you think, do I, do I?

Yeah, I know, yeah, I know, yeah, I know, yeah, I know
Oh, that's what's up, that's what's up, that's what's up, that's what's up
I'm like, I know, yeah, I know, yeah, I know, yeah, I know
Oh, that's what's up, that's what's up, that's what's up, that's what's up
I said it's 2PM on a Tuesday
It's 2PM, it's 2PM, it's 2PM
It's 2PM on a Tuesday, yeah
What you think, do I care?
Think, do I care?

Do I come across as a fuck boy, 'cause you Kevin Spacey of the fuck boys
And most of y'all so special, you're like Larry Nassar if he fucked boys
Y'all be into some weird shit, I think y'all is just hearing shit
Billy Cosby in a Coogi sweater, Martin Shkreli in the mirror shit
Hate to come across as petty y'all, pants looking like it's Hammer-time
But when you slip on someone else's shoes, you be looking like you Pennywise
I don't fuck with like anybody, y'all just fuck with like everybody
And every rapper like the Logic album, 'cause everybody sound like everybody

And it's 2PM on a Tuesday and I'm just now getting up
What you think, do I give a fuck?
What you think, do I give a fuck?
Know one day these long nights gon' kill me, but so what?
What you think, do I give a fuck?
What you think, do I, do I?

Yeah, I know, yeah, I know, yeah, I know, yeah, I know
Oh, that's what's up, that's what's up, that's what's up, that's what's up
I'm like, I know, yeah, I know, yeah, I know, yeah, I know
Oh, that's what's up, that's what's up, that's what's up, that's what's up
I said it's 2PM on a Tuesday
It's 2PM, it's 2PM, it's 2PM
It's 2PM on a Tuesday, yeah
What you think, do I care?
Think, do I care?

And I hate when rappers do this, but
I think for this song in particular, it's kind of necessary, so
Let me talk to you for a second
I wrote this song five years ago, and, uh, every single thing I said in the first two lines came true
You know, after I got out of that... situation
But, because of that, you're also getting The Bathhouse, so
Let's celebrate


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