Chorus:

Room spinnin' no sleepin' so we sit tight

Faded till we see the mother fucking 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 fucking 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

Chorus:

Room spinnin' no sleepin' so we sit tight

Faded till we see the mother fucking 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 fucking 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 asshole 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

Chorus:

Room spinnin' no sleepin' so we sit tight

Faded till we see the mother fucking 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 fucking daylight

Go on and peep your inbox for thee invite

We’re too turnt, getting twisted on a weeknight