Weakdays

I feel like a big dummy

When she call I come running

Instead of being my strength most times I feel like she my weakness

Let me get off my soapbox

Ain't none of this shit yo fault

I need a cane like O Dog

A little support when I'm leaning

I'ma run up a check then

Buy a crib on the West End

So you can say, "The best end," when they ask you where you from

I'ma throw a smile on

Crack jokes all the way home

Then I'll tuck my kids in, and go and cry alone

Don't, don't come in my room

I don't want you to see a **** like this

Baby, don't, don't come in my room

I been down since Sunday

Follow up on Monday

Hit me back on Tuesday

Promise I'ma get it

Still fucked up on Wednesday

'Cause I ain't got no ends, babe

But I work straight through Thursday

'Cause Friday we gon' kick it

I been down since Sunday

Follow up on Monday

Hit me back on Tuesday

Promise I'ma get it

Still fucked up on Wednesday

'Cause I ain't got no ends, babe

But I work straight through Thursday

Friday we gon' kick it

Tres, that's my lil' dooda man

He be calling me superman

Sorry to let you know, son, your daddy cape got holes in it

I ain't fly as you think I am

****, I ain't god like you think I am

I get so weak I can barely stand

Get depressed and barely be eating

My daughter just the brightest kid

You ain't gon' believe what boopy did

I gave her blocks, she built a crib

She even put steps in it

Baby, I ain't fly as you think I am

I ain't god like you think I am

I get so weak I can barely stand

Get depressed and barely be eating

Ooh

Like don't, don't come in my room

I don't want you to see a **** like this

Baby, don't, don't come in my room

Yo daddy going through some shit

****, I been down since Sunday

Follow up on Monday

Hit me back on Tuesday

I promise I'ma get it

I'm still fucked up on Wednesday

'Cause I ain't got no ends, babe

I'll work straight through Thursday

Friday we gon' kick it (Oh Oh Oh)

Said I been down since Sunday

Follow up on Monday

Hit me back on Tuesday

I promise I'ma get it

I'm still fucked up on Wednesday

'Cause I ain't got no ends, babe

I'll work straight through Thursday

Friday we gon' kick it

I said Tres, that's my lil' dooda man

He be calling me superman

I'm sorry to let you know, son, your daddy cape got holes in it

****, I'm not fly as you think I am

I'm not god like you think I am

I get so weak I can barely stand

Get depressed and barely be eating

But I'ma run up a check then

Buy a crib on the West End

So you can say, "The best end," when they ask you where you from

And I'ma throw this smile on

Crack jokes all the way home

Then I tuck my kids in, and go and cry alone