Tuesday Lyrics

(Voicemail from Dad)

Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step out,

A crazy kid, sicker than meth,

South of Mason-Dixon

New day, new niggas, the same shit

Cats hate, but their dames are kicking it, so

Whatever

Me and my mean crew

Drink blood, bleed crude

And get to know these females' guts like they see-through

Says that house-nigger savage

Blowing cannabis

With hands that reek of pussy and acid,

It's only Tuesday

Yo, I ain't hood and I don't try to be

I just smoke and snort coke off of ivory

But when I'm cheefing, I'm cheeching with my chieftains

And if that bitch is hating,

Then fuck her while she sleeping

Fuck a hustle too, shoes off, feet up,

Hundreds on the re-up, no need to be so envious

My sneakers from Kyoto keep the cutty too ADIDAS

Give these kamikaze Christians a reason to call me Jesus

Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step out,

Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step-

Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I-

Swag dies when I step out

Fuck it, it's only Tuesday

Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step out,

Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step-

Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I-

Swag dies when I step out

Fuck it, it's only Tuesday

Drunker than a motherfucker, ascot red

The poison in my blood'd leave a mad god dead

Pretty toes on the dash while I gas on reds,

And get hyperbolic dome like mascot heads

We out

Blame the blotter paper

Home is Portland,

That's not why I'm a blazer

Dangerous dank is,

I gotta stay glacious

Lip gloss sticking to my drawers where her face was/

Is

Eyes lit like Lo-Pan to slow jams

These teen hands make me feel like an old man

Cold cans, punk rock, joints, and a sheet

Now I'm a motherfucking hipster cuz Pabst is cheap?

Whatever

I'm Judas to these niggas,

No crucifix needed

Bruise a bitch with no worries

On early nights with my boys,

My vision blurry

Death is so fucking boring

I'm living life in a hurry cuz

Fuck it, it's only Tuesday

It was all pale crimson

And saccharine at the edges

Plumes of vanilla in acrylic toenails

We kicked puddles about

And now we're laughing

Spent hours laughing

Drinking fire, smoking, and smelling flowers

Waiting for Fall and whatever follows. The

Soil warm on our feet

The clouds lower than we are

Some days are forever,

And some are Tuesday

Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step out,

Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step-

Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I-

Swag dies when I step out

Fuck it, it's only Tuesday

Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step out,

Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I step-

Blue-suede shoes, swag dies when I-

Swag dies when I step out

Fuck it, it's only Tuesday