Son-Day Like Tuesday

Lyrics

[Hook] Ride with my top down, listening to Lupe Spitting out that water, boy, call me Bobby Boucher Touché, I don't care what you say [?] your Sunday like before Tuesday Riding with my top down, listening to Lupe Spitting out that water, boy, call me Bobby Boucher Touché, I don't care what you say [?] your Sunday like before Tuesday [Verse 1] [?] Blew, they label life of the party Did you see me recently? Hardly 'cause most of my time in the beast A lack in my potential, the chain got a key Cry me a river, I'ma swim right across And then drain all your ignorance, throw away the faucet Tired of getting under-looked so I overlook 'em But I'm top shelf, even libraries can't book him Shook 'em, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em Blind to the curtains of your mind, I'ma drape 'em And take 'em to another place, I'm your transporter Fathering your suns like the moon is my daughter Rapping for the children in the ghetto with no dreams Objectified images portrayed on the screen Backpack on, make sure my Nikes laced up I'ma make your jaws drops, boy, pick your face up [Hook] Ride with my top down, listening to Lupe Spitting out that water, boy, call me Bobby Boucher Touché, I don't care what you say [?] your Sunday like before Tuesday Riding with my top down, listening to Lupe Spitting out that water, boy, call me Bobby Boucher Touché, I don't care what you say [?] your Sunday like before Tuesday [Verse 2] People quick to judge what they can't understand or grasp Hold on like the palm of your hand They be looking at my style, tryna copy like Kinko's 'cause they washed up like clean clothes Creating a new sound, I'm innovating Friends see you doing good then they end up hating I'm spitting blatant, you could probably grasp Simple minded can't understand so they probably laugh Tell T there's some LRZ, now that's fresh They be like, "Who you tryna impress?" Nobody like the head of the headless Just no rest for the weary, leave 'em bed-less Reckless, I be laughing at you crash dummies Peace to them gold diggers tryna get cash from me Good music, this is what it sound like I'm hungry, I take mega, you only a soundbite [Hook] Ride with my top down, listening to Lupe Spitting out that water, boy, call me Bobby Boucher Touché, I don't care what you say [?] your Sunday like before Tuesday Riding with my top down, listening to Lupe Spitting out that water, boy, call me Bobby Boucher Touché, I don't care what you say [?] your Sunday like before Tuesday