Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tuesday, artist - Malibu Ken. Album song Malibu Ken, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Tuesday |
There’s something you should probably know before we go too far |
My neighbor found a mushroom growing inside of my car |
She called me up on tour, sounding emotionally scarred |
Although it may have scared her more that I wasn’t really alarmed |
The dandruff in a shaken globe is fit to gild a manger |
The pizza face is pepperoni, carbuncle, and caper |
I’m bunions and contusions, bumps, lumps and bruises |
Discoloring, and other things I can’t reach with a loofah |
Not a butcher, not a baker |
Pick a booger with a basic evolutionary failure |
I do not open mail, I do not answer phones |
The fridge is pretty much a home for mayonnaise alone |
Watch a pocketknife surgeon cut a cyst out in the kitchen |
It’s the cousin to acutely removing his own stitches in a pinch |
Kool-Aid ooze out his toothache |
Mushroom growing in the car; |
it’s just another Tuesday |
(Forever now, forever it’s a Tuesday) Tuesday |
(Forever now, forever now) Tuesday |
And if you waiting for a spell |
Where it falls into an order you can help? |
Then well, yeah |
No |
On one hand, it’s pretty gross |
On the other, it’s sort of like a pretty desert rose |
How against all odds, whether wet, dry, night or day |
Garden, pigsty or cave, life science finds a way |
Boxed in, vegged out, fox in the henhouse |
Gray-stained teeth, say «cheese» through a trench-mouth |
«Cheese!» |
Chase dreams with the hellbound |
Posture suitable for a job in a bell tower |
One plate, one fork, itty-bitty lamp |
I would offer you a drink, but I literally can’t |
It feels like you’re camping when you’re sitting on the can |
Where the crib has always simulated living in a van |
A little light cleaning, keep the spiders off his eating |
Maybe one day, he’ll go deeper |
Really exorcise the demon at the root |
I’m in the sofa cushions over loose change |
Black mold bathtub; |
homie, it’s a Tuesday |
(Forever now, forever it’s a Tuesday) Tuesday |
(Forever now, forever now) Tuesday |
And if you waiting for a spell |
Where it falls into an order you can help? |
Then well, yeah |
No |
I can’t even keep a cactus alive when I’m present |
When I’m gone, it’s a groundbreaking botanical epic |
From desolate to Little Shop of Horrors in a second |
It’s weird knowing life thrives more when you exit |
The Trouble Man, cuddle with a duffel bag of loose cash |
Chews glass, scatterbrained, aspartame moo-stache |
Mwah! |
Head lice, dressed like a douchebag |
Unsaid prayers, undead raccoon hat |
Voice of the boiled-over |
Thick skull; |
still throw his toys out his stroller |
Piss black roof tar, bleed flat Cherry Coke |
Very much another wack-job with a megaphone |
Very much another fat slob playing chess alone |
Lesser-known fetish porn, leftover Lexapro, et cetera |
Everything’s coming up goose eggs |
Sunday, Monday, Happy Days, Tuesday is Tuesday |
(Forever now, forever it’s a Tuesday) Tuesday |
(Forever now, forever now) Tuesday |
(Forever now, forever it’s a Tuesday) |
(Forever now, forever now) |