| You go out every weekend
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| I’m sure we’ve made plenty of songs for that
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| But what about Monday through Friday?
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| That’s what this music’s for
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| Sit back and relax, kick your feet up
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| Roll some weed up, if it’s hot turn that AC up
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| Cold? |
| Turn the heat up, whatever it is you do, get comfortable
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| Here we go
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| See, Monday you wake up wanting to stay home, no job all day long
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| Just tryna get over hangover from Graystone
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| But you still go to work and Tuesday just feels like doomsday
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| Because your home girls that really club are trying to go to Emerson or supper
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| club
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| And Wednesday you say, f all that, I’m chilling
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| You call that, nigga, you feeling me, he comes through, you cook
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| Netflix, y’all fuck and Thursdays y’all eating cracks
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| And you don’t wanna feel bad for partying before the weekend cracks
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| So you chill again and Friday at 5 PM on a highway
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| You’re in traffic thinking about Saturday at Tiger Skin, Graystone again
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| And who’s gonna get you in, but fuck all that
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| You just realized it’s 4: 45 PM on a weekday
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| Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to welcome you to the turn down
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| Nobody around, just you in the living room with this in the background
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| You just happy you ain’t fighting, rollin' up, getting high
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| It’s a turn down for what? |
| Nigga, turn down 'cause you tired
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| Nigga, this that turn down
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| Nobody around, just you in the living room with this in the background
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| You just happy you ain’t fighting, open up, getting high
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| It’s a turn down for what? |
| Nigga, turn down 'cause you tired
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| She say she wanna get high so I ask could I be her pilot
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| She love being off that loud but keep her iPhone on silent
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| She only drink clear liquor 'cause that brown make her violent
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| She love Talib Kweli and a Tribe Called Quest, her thing is so vibrant
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| I’m on my Q tip but a q tip is useless if you don’t hear me speaking
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| Your roommate gone for the weekend, you home alone and you creeping
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| You turn up Monday through Saturday, Sunday morning they decent
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| Instead of hearing a preacher preaching, you stay home and sleep in
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| And then you get woke up on Monday by a call from your granny
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| Saying put gas in your Camry and come spend time with your family
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| Of course you do just that, then get right back to what matters
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| That’s buying leggings from the mall so that your ass would look fatter
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| Then comes a text from that promoter that you sexting, that you sexting
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| Saying make sure you show up early so you get right in to this section
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| Now you flying out from city to state, hoping to get wifed up on a date
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| Eating salad, watching your weight, just keep in mind, girl, it ain’t too late
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| to turn down
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| Nobody around, just you in the living room with this in the background
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| You just happy you ain’t fighting, rollin' up, getting high
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| It’s a turn down for what? |
| Nigga, turn down 'cause you tired
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| Nigga, this that turn down
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| Nobody around, just you in the living room with this in the background
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| You just happy you ain’t fighting, rollin' up, getting high
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| It’s a turn down for what? |
| Nigga, turn down 'cause you tired
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| Nigga, this that turn down
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| You got one kid, two kids, don’t take care of 'em
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| They always at their grandmamma house
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| Yeah, you act toxic in every other club in another rapper’s section
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| You still grabbing bottles you ain’t even pay for
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| And you got a dress on that you are taking back tomorrow
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| Girl, turn down
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| And you feel like you popping, huh?
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| 'Cause you got a couple rap niggas in your mentions
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| You be at that pool party swinging that Indian extension
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| Act like you can’t stay at home, can’t wait to pop that ass that you’re still
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| making payments on
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| I need you to please turn down
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| Don’t think you exempt from it, you got kids, too, nigga
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| No car, but I bet you get them Js, don’t you?
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| Phone bill barely paid but it’s on that IPhone 5, ain’t it?
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| And you stay with your niggas looking for hoes
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| When there’s one woman waiting for your sorry ass, lil' nigga, turn down
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| And you be that same one that be talking behind your friends back, acting fake
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| You ran your cane every weekend but ain’t tryna lose no weight
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| Who want a loan every time you lack money but try to act funny when you get
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| your tax money
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| I need you to turn down
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| Nobody around, just you in the living room with this in the background
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| You just happy you ain’t fighting, rollin' up, getting high
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| It’s a turn down for what? |
| Nigga, turn down 'cause you tired
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| Nigga, this that turn down
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| Nobody around, just you in the living room with this in the background
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| You just happy you ain’t fighting, rollin' up, getting high
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| It’s a turn down for what? |
| Nigga, turn down 'cause you tired
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| This that turn down |