Son-Day Like Tuesday

[Hook]
Ride with my top down, listening to Lupe
Spitting out that water, boy, call me Bobby Boucher
Touché, I don’t care what you say
[?] your Sunday like before Tuesday

Riding with my top down, listening to Lupe
Spitting out that water, boy, call me Bobby Boucher
Touché, I don’t care what you say
[?] your Sunday like before Tuesday

[Verse 1]
[?] Blew, they label life of the party
Did you see me recently? Hardly
‘cause most of my time in the beast
A lack in my potential, the chain got a key
Cry me a river, I’ma swim right across
And then drain all your ignorance, throw away the faucet
Tired of getting under-looked so I overlook ‘em
But I’m top shelf, even libraries can’t book him
Shook ‘em, shake ‘em up, shake ‘em up, shake ‘em
Blind to the curtains of your mind, I’ma drape ‘em
And take ‘em to another place, I’m your transporter
Fathering your suns like the moon is my daughter
Rapping for the children in the ghetto with no dreams
Objectified images portrayed on the screen
Backpack on, make sure my Nikes laced up
I’ma make your jaws drops, boy, pick your face up

[Hook]
Ride with my top down, listening to Lupe
Spitting out that water, boy, call me Bobby Boucher
Touché, I don’t care what you say
[?] your Sunday like before Tuesday

Riding with my top down, listening to Lupe
Spitting out that water, boy, call me Bobby Boucher
Touché, I don’t care what you say
[?] your Sunday like before Tuesday

[Verse 2]
People quick to judge what they can’t understand or grasp
Hold on like the palm of your hand
They be looking at my style, tryna copy like Kinko’s
‘cause they washed up like clean clothes
Creating a new sound, I’m innovating
Friends see you doing good then they end up hating
I’m spitting blatant, you could probably grasp
Simple minded can’t understand so they probably laugh
Tell T there’s some LRZ, now that’s fresh
They be like, “Who you tryna impress?”
Nobody like the head of the headless
Just no rest for the weary, leave ‘em bed-less
Reckless, I be laughing at you crash dummies
Peace to them gold diggers tryna get cash from me
Good music, this is what it sound like
I’m hungry, I take mega, you only a soundbite

[Hook]
Ride with my top down, listening to Lupe
Spitting out that water, boy, call me Bobby Boucher
Touché, I don’t care what you say
[?] your Sunday like before Tuesday

Riding with my top down, listening to Lupe
Spitting out that water, boy, call me Bobby Boucher
Touché, I don’t care what you say
[?] your Sunday like before Tuesday