Twisted on a Weeknight Lyrics – Diesel Clockwork
Singer: Diesel Clockwork
Title: Twisted on a Weeknight
Room spinnin’ no sleepin’ so we sit tight
Faded till we see the mother f#cking daylight
Go on and peep your inbox for thee invite
We’re too turnt, getting twisted on a weeknight
Verse 1:
Lace up my sneakers, I’m in the game while you’re on the bleachers
So nice to meet ya, you be the student and I’ll be the teacher
Follow procedures, Up in my room, the loneliest creature
Too high to reach her, up in the clouds Requesting a fеature
Its been a while since thosе teeth saw paste
Take a break, get that stank breath out my f#cking face
Don’t like what you hear? Then I’ll exit with grace
Yeah I’m Often overlooked, I’m an acquired taste
The young buck, on the track, welcome back
Got a knack, for this craft, that they keep, calling rap
Run it back, Paint it black, imma leave before I yak
Sippin jack, Start to laugh, while I’m choking on the pac
An hour ago I tapped the keg and got the zoomies
Now I’m glued to my couch, eatin’ chips, watching the Goonies
Compare me to the greats and I’ll likely come off puny
Claim there’s no more space, but I got in now its roomy
Room spinnin’ no sleepin’ so we sit tight
Faded till we see the mother f#cking daylight
Go on and peep your inbox for thee invite
We’re too turnt, getting twisted on a weeknight
Room spinnin’ no sleepin’ so we sit tight
Faded till we see the mother f#cking daylight
Go on and peep your inbox for thee invite
We’re too turnt, getting twisted on a weeknight
Verse 2:
You heard it right, getting twisted on a week-night
So intoxicated spilled her drink on my pinstripes
Its alright, that’s an issue for the mornin’
Just another topic to explain to the warden
It’s D.C you must be privy from the prod tag
I make a mess and my shirt turns to a dishrag
I’m from the state with objectively the best flag
At the pub downin’ Jägerbombs cure the jetlag
Clock out of work, switchin’ modes said now I’m in the zone
Said I’d be there, but I never showed
So drunk I forgot the code
Met an #ssh#l# who became my foe
Leave him laying there pigeon toed
That first punch was his to throw
Guess you reap just what you sow
Dopamine flowin’ I found the right balance
Like a king, sippin’ wine from a chalice
Arro-gant, I’m a man of many talents
Money Downtown better call me Ray Allen
Still a king, marble floors in my palace
Heard a bad joke, laugh like Jimmy Fallon
Con-man, my intent is never malice
Water down drinks, turn a shot to a gallon
Room spinnin’ no sleepin’ so we sit tight
Faded till we see the mother f#cking daylight
Go on and peep your inbox for thee invite
We’re too turnt, getting twisted on a weeknight
Room spinnin’ no sleepin’ so we sit tight
Faded till we see the mother f#cking daylight
Go on and peep your inbox for thee invite
We’re too turnt, getting twisted on a weeknight
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