No Motive On A Wednesday Lyrics

They always wonder I'm stiff

No smiles, and a strict upper lip

Well, hear me out, when I was growing up, a kid

I was judged, every time, yeah maybe just a bit

But…

I'll let you clowns run around

With your fake ass smiles, being loud

And imposing a way of life

That I don't need but you've chosen

From afar might be weird but it works so far

Now I've spoken

Yours brah? Fuck nah, it's kinda broken

Don't be texting me midweek, let's meet

Beard's getting messy and my hair's getting thick, keep

Looking at myself like, fuck no, is this me?

How sacred the trim be

Say it's cray cah I get it done each week

Nah, you can trace it all back through my history

Gotta get my trim for the week

Lay my clothes out nice so they're neat

Face clean, keep the white on my teeth

Well groomed from my eyes to my feet

No motives on a Wednesday

Hit me up when you're going out the next day

No motives on a Wednesday

Hibernating 'til I'm going out the next day

Imagine me a little brown boy getting curry jokes

Wonder if it's true

But I keep it to the chest when I hurry home

Good times but they're sullied though

When you realise that

Some of them were mates who would say

Calm down, it's just funny bro...

So now it's routine heavy

Beard, hair done, what a beauty, getting

On my wave sprayed down

Pick my shoes, be ready

Nails ain't yellow from the stains

Eating good, hit the gym

Walk bares, better lose this belly

All this pressure

All this effort

For my family and friends to impress them

At my core man I'm still a young boy who's

Putting in the work so he doesn't feel lesser

Pick the right colours for my melanin

Or I'm going all black 'til get a trim

Gotta get my trim for the week

Lay my clothes out nice so they're neat

Face clean, keep the white on my teeth

Well groomed from my eyes to my feet

No motives on a Wednesday

Hit me up when you're going out the next day

No motives on a Wednesday

Hibernating 'til I'm going out the next day