Marcus Charles - Tuesday Lyrics

Don’t worry
The song’s about to start but
Sometime you just gotta
Sometimes you just gotta
Kick back, you know
Just kick back, yeah
Don’t worry, no
Just kick back

Just another Tuesday
Living out a suitcase
Feel like my life is up in the air and it won’t come down
You know what to do babe
Good head a mini getaway
Feel like my life is up in the air and it won’t come down

Uh, look
Being me is flyest shit I could ever be
Doing you is the dumbest shit I could ever do
Doing life in the studio, this is prison food for thought
I can’t hide my behind my bars, I gotta walk the walk
Practice what I premeditate, I call my fate
Toast to my success, that’s off the glass, I call my banks
Go to war for mine’s, man this kid’s a tank
And he do it with a sober mind, he never dank
I’ve seen rappers have to numb themselves to catch a vibe
I go through too many transitions to tranquilize
One day I feel like the soil, one day I’m in the sky
One day I’ll reach a balance but that’s for another time
Right now it’s all inspiration, I’ll take it how it comes
‘Cause I want the world, I was never comfortable with crumbs
I did a couple albums, I had a couple runs
I’ll be a speeding bullet, the story be a gun

Just another Tuesday
Living out a suitcase
Feel like my life is up in the air and it won’t come down
You know what to do babe
Good head a mini getaway
Feel like my life is up in the air and it won’t come down

Take your pick
I could put you on hold or you could just hold my dick
These days I walk with a limp
These days I don’t shoulder shrug, I say what I want in every situation, my shoulders are chipped
These days get you used to my bluntness
Shorter discussions, I can’t give you energy if I’m not getting nothing
These days I feel it in my chest
That’s where the anxiety nests, that’s why I wake up vexed
Nothing a little mediation can’t hold, ugh
It’ll hold me over for the next , ugh
Then I must repeat and I’ll explode if I don’t, ugh
These days some peace and quiet is necessary
These days is very scary
These days the support I’m getting’s from Ben & Jerry’s
BLM, ugh yeah, black boy does it again, wow
This arc ends with us but it starts with a M
This part’s probably where you thought the verse was gon’ end
I surpass limits, that’s the difference between me and them
I’m bad for business, but real good for spiritual cleanse
I take it back, I want the money but not off the trends
I’m a hell raiser, a trail blazer, that genre blends
I’ll be a mover, a shaker, a Shabba Ranks for my gen
I’m generating the genesis of a generation
A certain Je ne sais quoi, a certain ink in my pen

Just another Tuesday
Living out a suitcase
Feel like my life is up in the air and it won’t come down
You know what to do babe
Good head a mini getaway
Feel like my life is up in the air and it won’t come down