Thursday

[Refrain]

I woke up on Thursday, I saw that shit and press play
30 seconds god damn, this shit was weak if I may
I decided to kill it, telling my own story
I would tell you to be ready, but no blogs really know me

Little kid I was messy, my room no mercy
Mum gave shit but cleaning’s not for me
So I would play around spread toys around
Not organized? Well they’re on the ground
Every toy I found made my mum bounce
She was so upset that I could not get grounded
So obviously she wanted to yell
She called my dad trying to find some help

Flo you’re messy, I can’t take it
You think you’re smart but you can’t prove it
Clean your room and I’ll admit it
Geniuses they all did it
Mum you’re a liar, poker master
Cleaning monster, childhood breaker
I’m no PlayStation, you can’t play with me
I got my own vision of how the world should be
I’m a visionary, good at Pictionary
Drawing my own life like a cartoon movie
Bright future and blue sky
I’ve always said that Future was bad
I’m no Pusha T, don’t push me
I’ll be Flo the Kid for eternity
Prolly spitting everything
I’ll be Flo the Kid for eternity

I woke up on Thursday, I saw that shit and press play
30 seconds god damn, this shit was weak if I may
I decided to kill it, telling my own story
I would tell you to be ready, but no blogs really know me

See momma I made it
MTV they like me
That’s what I wanna say, but I’m desperate
Housewife’s my nickname
But I’m happy cause I’m not the same
Not weak, I’m superman
These guys they killed the game
No really they killed the game
It’s a crime against rap, where’s my bat
Home run with that damn crap
My mom would yell, damn right
My dad would scream all night
My lovely ears they both died
All rappers wanna cry
My friends and all they all high
Me my friend I’m alright

I woke up on Thursday, I saw that shit and press play
30 seconds god damn, this shit was weak if I may
I decided to kill it, telling my own story
I would tell you to be ready, but no blogs really know me