The Thursday After

Crawling out of bed tryna get my head straight Body dead weight, I ain't even gonna make it out Wait a minute bitch I'm on the couch Tryna figure out who the f*ck is Stacy Why the f*ck she blowin' up my phone Wanna be like K.C. Undercover and alone But the blanket's out of reach Plus I got a stain on my new jacket Where the f*ck the bleach Man I gotta clean Will eventually Open up the text Hol' up lemme read Said she had fun Thinking in my head Well that makes one Then another text Talkin' bout I hope we doing that again I guess I made a new friend Yo it's no way you was that lit You don't even remember meeting this bitch And she chopped What was you thinking going that crazy on a Wednesday bro I wasn't thinking 'bout a Thursday Then it turned into the worst day Wasn't thinking 'bout a Thursday Then it turned into the worst day Wasn't thinking 'bout a Thursday Then it turned into the worst day Then it turned the worst day Then it turned into the I just hurled in my helmet Maybe I should've paced myself F*ck I'm tryna race myself Now I gotta take breaks walking' to the kitchen As I'm wishing that this migraine would deplete Head banging but it ain't a beat I don't have the energy eat But I know I need something damnit So I get the turkey and the mayo And a little cheese for a sandwhich Usually it would replenish Take a bite and I can't even finish This the type of stomach pain Got you praying for it to alleviate When it do it you swearing to appreciate life more I done got more wasted then a white whore Mad I gotta B, in this kinda state Ain't that what the nerds say I would rather be in the dirt face first Or the clouds where the birds play F*ck it bro, I'ma sleep it off But no more damn parties nigga I'ma Go ahead and take the weekend off like I Earned It instrumental Grab the pencil let the words play when I Hurt this damn bad, last night I Wasn't thinking 'bout a Thursday Then it turned into the worst day, f*ck