[Intro]

Grind Hard, feel like I'm in a fuckin' trance, ah

Yeah, right now you in the mix with DJ Logan Garrett

Yeah, back to life, back to reality

Right here, haha

I ain't think so

Oh you gots to know I'm keeping all of that

That too, haha

Funerals & Court Dates 2

[Verse 1: Starlito]

Started off just a weekend fling

When she get off work that's when I go to work

Monday morning she might be late for work

Sunday morning she probably sleep through church

Damn my bitch trippin' about everything

Say she wonder will I ever change

Work all night, said I'm on the way

And she waited up for me but I never came

Just set a new high score in the blame game

That lying shit lame, I don't like to explain

Had a nigga thinkin' throwin' rice in the rain

Do I look like I'm Joe Montana?

Told her roll with me to my show in Alabama

After that we'll probably go to Atlanta

I know this sound random but I don't like cameras

Want a family but I want to plan it

She just want consistency and I just need understanding

Sometimes I need to escape

Get it, like Get Out

She tote my Glock twenty-seven 'cause it's tiny

Thirty tips in the clip so it stick out

Money long like a four day weekend

Still no time for me to sleep in though

I wouldn't change for a dollar, dimes I keep ten

Too used to 'em trying to deceive me

Bye, I'm leaving

Like Kyrie and Cleveland

Give me time, I'ma find me a reason

You a 9 to 5 to a side hustle

That pay better, that means it's way better

My side piece a freak and she do the most

But she know her role, so she say less

You gon' probably fuck around and miss your blessing

And she work overtime to make me feel special

Every weekend, you should join in

[Chorus]

You're like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend

Make him lose his mind every weekend

You take Wednesday, Thursday, then just send him my way

Think I got it covered for the weekend

[Verse 2]

You should join in

Call the tape GhettOut because I'm going in

Called to take her out and I just fucked her friend

No one at the house, texting me where I been

Got a new Benz, bunch of blue bands

She got a new body, how much you spend?

Send her cross the map and she don't talk back

She might text asking me what two cents

I been buying Gucci with my loose cents

FN in my college bitch infant

And speaking of infinity, I really can't tell where the pool ends

And the view is exclusive

I'm reclusive, introverted

Always in a hurry

Yeah she cook me dinner on Thursday but it didn't concern me

Lookin' back I didn't deserve it

Post traumatic stress like I been in the service

At war with myself, I been getting discouraged

Mental warfare, I admit that shit hurt me

Only thing keep me sane is getting paid

So I been in the lab every day

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

So I just keep 'em satisfied through the weekend

[Chorus]

You're like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend

Make him lose his mind every weekend

You take Wednesday, Thursday, then just send him my way

Think I got it covered for the weekend