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Tuesday
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Hip-Hop
Tuesday was released on July 23, 2008 by YEARS GONE BY as a part of the album Last Week
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Release DateJuly 23, 2008
LabelYEARS GONE BY
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Home Brew
Home Brew
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Scott
Thomas Scott
Songwriter
Harry Huavi
Harry Huavi
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, anyone seen a phone?
Oh, yeah, oh, nah, sweet, got it, yep
ASB ASB
Welcome to AS
Yeah, fuck it
Just a moment
I'm sorry, you have entered an invalid
Main menu
Account balance is
Please enter your required suffix
The mutual balance of your 00 bursary check
Is $1,999, yeah, 95 cents overdrawn, aw
The available balance is $0 and 5 cents
Fucking piece of shit
[Verse 2]
I'm rollin' up the tube to get the last drop of toothpaste
Feel like an epileptic in an egg and spoon race
Tired ass, tryna tie my jeans up with my shoe lace
"Sorry sir, it's declined," Fuck, I hate Tuesdays
All the food inside the fridge is way past the use dates
Bread's covered in green, the cheddar's covered in blue veins
Out of washing powder, my hoodie's covered in food stains
Pullin' all the pillows off the couch to find some loose change
Oh, fuck, got a migrane
It feel like I just drunk a yard glass of nightshade
Try stay happy but it's hard when you're lightweight
And ten dollars gas don't get ya down your driveway
Hi, hey, just a loaf of bread and this pie, eh?
It'll be $4.95, thanks, have a nice day
What the fuck? What's wrong? You all right mate?
What the hell is in this fiver? White face?
For fucks sake, man, that's rough, what are these?
It costs a couple G's now to buy a block of cheese
Five bucks for broccoli but  these grow off of trees
Six bucks for lettuce? Shit, it's just a lotta leaves
While rich cats are on overseas shopping sprees
I'm on a come down from the weekend that I spent poppin' E's
My flatmate's like "Who drunk my beer?", wasn't me
And on top of all that bullshit, I've lost my keys
Plus the warrants up, I'm late with the renter
I say a prayer that the radiator doesn't explode
Rollin' downtown in a car that's on death-row
That starts makin' weird noises when the water gets low
But I guess though, I'm blessed though
Don't need a mood-change
Ain't like I'm 'bout to be zapped by no doom ray
And even though I feel like I'm bottom of the food chain
It ain't nothin' new, eh, just another Tuesday
[Verse 3]
Whoa, whoa, oh, yeah, yeah
In the same old broke life
Whoa, whoa, oh, yeah, yeah
Almost everyday
Whoa, whoa, oh, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
Written by: Harry Huavi, Thomas Scott
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