7 Days

7 days

Monday you just let it happen

Tuesday it happens again

Wednesday you just cry about it

Thursday you sit there pretending

Friday could be different

except on Saturday its all the same

Then Sunday turns to Monday

And ain’t a mofuckin’ thing change

You just so week

Hopin’ tmrw won’t be today

You just so week

So tomorrows just like yesterday

You just so week

N that’s why nothin’ ever changes

You just so week

Yeah all you mofuckers 7 days

You just so week

V1
That’s why the worlds fucked
Gotta evolved past Cryin’ n tears fallin’

So when we see problems
No we don’t wait forem to lean on us

Cause they’ll keep leanin’
Til we get crushed

And lifes already hard enough
So I harden up and push back

keep em off me an if that means war
tellem’ bring they army

but y’all so week, you letm’ lean on you
feed off you cause you think family mean

that when they fuck you love is the key
or when your friends fuck you over
that’s what friendship means

n why her boyfriend hitter but she don’t leave
n why they fuck kids and are still breathin’

cause you still wheepin’ but cryin don’t help the healing


V2
That’s why you stay high
Cause the pain goes numb

When you pill pop, or when the powder drain
Or the green blaze, or denial makes it easier to look away

And now the world feels better... not feelin’ a thing
And you are Finally free u can breathe again

Till the high starts fadn’ n u start makin’ your way back
From highs vacation

But u can’t take it
No u don’t wanna ever come home

Cause home mean the high is gone
No more runnin’ no more hidin’ from

Everything that’s wrong
cause you don’t face your problems

You’d rather pretend
And hope god hears you calling

till then it’s whatever puts you back in a coma
then its back to the party where life’s like floatin’

cuz 7 day fuckers take they cards and foldem’

REPEAT CHORUS

V3

That’s why we hold are tongues
And let pushers push poison to the ones we luv

N why the streets ain’t safe enough to walk on em
And Why daughter gets fuck while the cameras on her

And your sons locked up in a 9 x 12
N life on earth is hell

but when its time to tell u call anybody talkin’ snitches
like you want trouble livin’ wit us till he knock on your door

n you’re his next victim used to say fuck the police
now you pointing your finger saying we need more of them

but the moral is… we need you to give a fuck bout
more than gin, narcotics, and fantasy island

where in our mind we ain’t part of the problem.

Even though it’s your kids or your friends causin’
all of the pain you just too 7 days to stoppem’