The Thursday After Video (MV)

Crawling out of bed tryna get my head straight
Body dead weight, I ain't even gonna make it out
Wait a minute bitch I'm on the couch
Tryna figure out who the f*ck is Stacy
Why the f*ck she blowin' up my phone
Wanna be like K.C. Undercover and alone
But the blanket's out of reach
Plus I got a stain on my new jacket
Where the f*ck the bleach
Man I gotta clean
Will eventually
Open up the text
Hol' up lemme read
Said she had fun
Thinking in my head
Well that makes one
Then another text
Talkin' bout I hope we doing that again
I guess I made a new friend
Yo it's no way you was that lit
You don't even remember meeting this bitch
And she chopped
What was you thinking going that crazy on a Wednesday bro
I wasn't thinking 'bout a Thursday
Then it turned into the worst day
Wasn't thinking 'bout a Thursday
Then it turned into the worst day
Wasn't thinking 'bout a Thursday
Then it turned into the worst day
Then it turned the worst day
Then it turned into the
I just hurled in my helmet
Maybe I should've paced myself
F*ck I'm tryna race myself
Now I gotta take breaks walking' to the kitchen
As I'm wishing that this migraine would deplete
Head banging but it ain't a beat
I don't have the energy eat
But I know I need something damnit
So I get the turkey and the mayo
And a little cheese for a sandwhich
Usually it would replenish
Take a bite and I can't even finish
This the type of stomach pain
Got you praying for it to alleviate
When it do it you swearing to appreciate life more
I done got more wasted then a white whore
Mad I gotta B, in this kinda state
Ain't that what the nerds say
I would rather be in the dirt face first
Or the clouds where the birds play
F*ck it bro, I'ma sleep it off
But no more damn parties nigga I'ma
Go ahead and take the weekend off like I Earned It instrumental
Grab the pencil let the words play when I
Hurt this damn bad, last night I
Wasn't thinking 'bout a Thursday
Then it turned into the worst day, f*ck