End Of The Weak

Aye, I'm just tryna keep the landlord happy

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Aye, I'm just tryna keep the lights on

Yeah, yeah

I, I, I, I, I think I might be happy

Yeah, yeah, yeah

But, but, but what do I know?

Yeah, yeah

I got no problems on my mind, I'm mindin' my own

Biz, I'm busy killin' time, I got no

Time to whine about a 9 to 5

I'm free to leave at anytime, I might go

Call myself up and call in sick

Tick myself to get a quarter zip

Then pack a bag, take all my shit

To the tip, then dip up north for a dip

Gotta walk my thoughts like a Pit

Or someone I love will get bit by the wit

Take myself to the court for a bit

Set my pick, then I roll my crit

Two step back and I throw my brick

I couldn't give one shit if I hit

If it ain't your shit, then it ain't your shit

I don't wanna talk shit, I forfeit

Man, skip on with all that mess but I digress

What am I talkin' about, why am I stressed

Look at this beatin' inside my chest

Really though, who am I tryin' to impress?

Brand new day old Tribe Called Quest

I don't got much but I've had less

Too young to die, too old to die young

Too hot to complain, too much to digest

Man look, I got no weight on my mind, uh

I'm just waiting to die, yeah

Old man off of that wine

I really can't whine about shit man, I'm fine (Okay)

Can't delay the divine (Oh no)

I'm just takin' my time

Shit's hard enough just stayin' alive

It's a seven day week, if I make it through five

I'm sweet, long as I eat

Long as I feed my seed, that's me

At peace at least, long as I breathe

Long as this week ends and the ends meet

Long as my feet keep runnin', I'll just beep-beep

Down the road from the I.R.D.

Livin' my life on my dead-end street

I'm just tryna get to the end of the week, bro

Make it to the end of the week

If I could make it to the end of the week

Look, make it to the end of the week

Just tryna get to the end of the week

Look, I got no problems (I got no problems)

I got no beef, yeah (I got no beef)

I got no worries, I got no needs

I'm just tryin' to keep the landlord happy

And I'm just tryna keep the lights on

I, I, I, I, I think I might be happy

I think I might, yeah

But, but, but what do I know?

Yeah

I got no problems on my mind, I'm mindin' my own

Biz, I'm busy livin' life and life is

Good at least as good as good that I know

Can't complain though, everything is fine

My girl is fine, my world is mine

To define the ones I got are hard to find

Could complain but I'd be lyin', man

Everything's all good about half the time

And I got no time no time to bitter

Friday night with a sitter

Got nothing to consider

Might just roll me a bit of herb

Pour me my liquor

And cry me a liver

Throw my phone in the river

Shut down Twitter, no filter, no filler

Log off the 'Gram, and the glam and the glitter

Hit up the bro, go dive for some kina

Look, I don't wanna be the man, I don't wanna bell

I already got a woman, I don't want a girl

I got everything I ever wanted, I don't wanna sell shit

I don't really give a fuck what you on about

All I want is something to happen to write a song about

I just wan' a good enough reason to get the wallies out

I just wanna shout a round on the house, then bounce unannounced

And crash out with the cotton mouth

All that I need, a good night sleep

Rest my feet, gap for a feed

Give a little fix to the caffeine fiend

Drown my blues with the green and redeem

I might hit the beach, I might hit the creek

Long as I feel the water hit the feet

I hit the hay and then submit defeat

I hit the light and then I hit repeat

I'm just tryna get to the end of the week, bro

Get to the end of the week, yeah

Make it to the end of the week, yeah

Just make it to the end of the week

Look, I ain't got no problems (Ain't got no problems)

I got no beef, yeah (I got no beef)

I got no worries, I got no needs

I'm just tryna keep the landlord happy

And I'm just tryna keep the lights on

I, I, I, I, I, I think I might be happy (Happy, yeah)

But, but, but what do I know?

To the end of the week, yeah, to the end of the week