Work all week, at my place of occupation, and at home
Friends and family don't know whats going on
When I'm gone I'm a ghost, I mean well
But I still slip through through the cracks
On the weekend my rooms a ghost town
Coworker tellin' me to chill out
She can see in my face I'm about to snap
She said "it's always the quiet ones."
This boss is bringing me to the brink
Riding me, no saddle or petroleum jelly
Try and press me, no swiss miss
This miss is about to get me to flip my lid and switches
Its about to get ridiculous
Just want to make it through this work period
Period, f** the month, it's that time of the week
Where I let it all go, but no one around here knows
Fresh faces pa**ing phases, ducking phasers
Night time always the right time, spit the right rhymes
Under dim lights, these chicks speak slick sh**
Feel my heart knock, my tickers toking
jaw unhinge, human syringe rise like stock
Stuff her like stocking
Pristine vagine eating or slaying machine
In the showers for hours, she spit, I'm sour
Trying to hold my own, and never cower
Make a meal of her, cannibals
Till her heads ringing, trade her cunnilingus
Make her shriek like she's bungee jumping
Who doesn't want to feel something
Back it, like we hit the rewind bu*ton
Mild mannered, getting asked about the weekend
Describe it discreetly, that discretion
Cherry pick the details, matter of fact no one knows
Mums the word, what have you heard
Keep my nose clean, I don't need my name slurred
Sop up facts with like liquid to napkins,
As far as anyone knows, nothing really happened,
Well for now, till the levees crack
Maybe forever or maybe never, who knows I don't
I couldn't see them see wild'n keep everything separated