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Grind Hard, feel like I'm in a fuckin' trance, ah Yeah, right now you in the mix with DJ Logan Garrett Yeah, back to life, back to reality Right here, haha I ain't think so Oh you gots to know I'm keeping all of that That too, haha Funerals & Court Dates 2 Started off just a weekend fling When she get off work that's when I go to work Monday morning she might be late for work Sunday morning she probably sleep through church Damn my bitch trippin' about everything Say she wonder will I ever change Work all night, said I'm on the way And she waited up for me but I never came Just set a new high score in the blame game That lying shit lame, I don't like to explain Had a nigga thinkin' throwin' rice in the rain Do I look like I'm Joe Montana? Told her roll with me to my show in Alabama After that we'll probably go to Atlanta I know this sound random but I don't like cameras Want a family but I want to plan it She just want consistency and I just need understanding Letras de cancionesSometimes I need to escape Get it, like Get Out She tote my Glock twenty-seven 'cause it's tiny Thirty tips in the clip so it stick out Money long like a four day weekend Still no time for me to sleep in though I wouldn't change for a dollar, dimes I keep ten Too used to 'em trying to deceive me Bye, I'm leaving Like Kyrie and Cleveland Give me time, I'ma find me a reason You a 9 to 5 to a side hustle That pay better, that means it's way better My side piece a freak and she do the most But she know her role, so she say less You gon' probably fuck around and miss your blessing And she work overtime to make me feel special Every weekend, you should join in You're like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend Make him lose his mind every weekend You take Wednesday, Thursday, then just send him my way Think I got it covered for the weekend You should join in Call the tape GhettOut because I'm going in Called to take her out and I just fucked her friend No one at the house, texting me where I been Got a new Benz, bunch of blue bands She got a new body, how much you spend? Send her cross the map and she don't talk back She might text asking me what two cents I been buying Gucci with my loose cents FN in my college bitch infant And speaking of infinity, I really can't tell where the pool ends And the view is exclusive I'm reclusive, introverted Always in a hurry Yeah she cook me dinner on Thursday but it didn't concern me Lookin' back I didn't deserve it Post traumatic stress like I been in the service At war with myself, I been getting discouraged Mental warfare, I admit that shit hurt me Only thing keep me sane is getting paid So I been in the lab every day Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday So I just keep 'em satisfied through the weekend You're like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend Make him lose his mind every weekend You take Wednesday, Thursday, then just send him my way Think I got it covered for the weekend From Letras Mania