Sam Hill from Identity Crisis by Tuesday X
Tracklist
| 4. | Sam Hill | 4:21 |
Lyrics
Listen up, they call me Tuesday
Don't even think about calling me Wednesday
I'm out of the office
Business hours are 9-5 Thursday to Monday
I'm living out of a suitcase
Sleeping in the back of my SUV
Tryna get that paper, Tryna get that cheddar
I wanna get me a taste of this American Dream
Pipe Dream
I'm clean, if you know what I mean
Shit, I'll even take the couch for a night off the streets
I'll be gone in the morning
I'll leave a little money
or if you want me stick around
Maybe feeling little horny, hunny?
Shit, that's fucked up
You don't have to say nothing
I'll just grab my stuff
I said I'd call her later
She said to wait til I'm sober
I thought I'd be a little better at this now that I'm older
I never worked on my skills
I could use to pay my bills
Instead I wasted my time
Writing songs and making my girlfriends cry
(Oh, let's go let's go)
(Let's go it's Tuesday fumbling, fumbling again)
Real eyes see real lies
Don't think you realize
I travel in disguise
Make sure no one can recognize
There goes that white boy again
All he ever wants to do is talk about his dick
Don't he know nobody gives a shit?
Just leave him be until he takes the hint
And while we're on the subject
I'll give a little context
Most of this shit stems from the biggest dick that I ever had
Yeah, I mean my Dad
Dwelled on him so much I'm not even sad
I'm pretty fucking mad
That's for damn sure
He left me as a baby now I'm a whore
And so is my mom, according to him
Like he's some fucking paragon devoid of sin
Stimming at the table
and I unable to maintain the composure to remain stable
Think I'm gonna lose my shit on him
Where the fuck do I begin?
Always felt more like a pet than I ever felt like his kid
Like a dog he picks up off the streets
Leave him in the backyard til he turns mean
Couldn't deal with it, so you put him to sleep
Always wondered when you'd do that to me
I'm going up to Sam Hill
My friends are coming
They're chill
Hey babe, what's the big deal?
Ain't fucknig hoes for popping no pills
Anyway, where were you last night?
You didn't come home til half past 5
Your hair's a mess
Your cheeks are flushed
And it looks like someone smeared all your makeup
Said you were watching Lord of the Rings
I guess it's just one of those things
I choose to believe
While you lie through your teeth
But still never had any intentions to leave
And it's anyone's Guess
What was gonna happen next
Trying to get me some grippy socks and happy pills
I'm going up to Sam Hill
I'm going up to Sam Hill
My friends are coming
They're chill
Hey bitch, What's the Big Deal?
Ain't fucking hoes or popping no pills
