Bluntedbeatz (non profit use) - Recline lyrics

[Intro: Fabian] Eh, this is a change up if you will So, enjoy [Verse 1: Fabian] The kick coming in and you lose your damn mind Not a bad way to relax or a bad way to unwind It's almost like your mind just wants to go, off and unwind Spend another dollar, flip another dirty dime All the time we thinking about the future and what it possibly holds Not stopping to think about my burning pizza rolls Wait are you serious? (NOT MY fu*kING PIZZA ROLLS) Too late, we threw ‘em out they were getting old But not as old as the lyrics that we spittin' like fire But the fire's turned down because the situation's dire When I say dire I'm a liar a liar engulfed in fire The fire that rises higher than Khalifa on a Pyre But Khalifa isn't me, he can't know how we do Because the weekend isn't about anything other than bein' you What's the difference between me and you, me and you? Trust me, the only difference is that we know each other's shoe Size, we step together when partying on Saturday night Throw a 12-pack of soda back and we doin' alright And that's only a single day of the weekend in its whole Which is the only day I like, the rest like a hole Of despair, feel the air it's chilly like beer Because I got homework and sh** when Sunday gets here Honestly my weekends are meh But allow my man to tell how his weekends are bettah [Verse 2: Silvan] R-E-L-A-X-E-D Sí, that's what I'll be Today: let's see Laying back with a snuggly blanket on my lap How about some tea? Watching a movie that hits me emotionally Yeah I just got that ca-ca caring personality But today I won't let it affect me (nah) Yes we all know It's that time of the week The weekend where you fix ‘em loose ends So loosen it up and descend cause We've all been here and there But today I'm there and here Not worrying if I missed the steer Cause the weekend is finally here (f** yeah) Kickin' it with a shirley temple on the pier Or chillen' with my homies (yo), right here Within the comfort of my home The weekend is comfortable, I won't mown The usual mown School, homework, socially awkward Just kidding that that won't drive me frown-word That has some purpose to it; year 9, endure it Cause I know it's Friday: Clown day, no down day, tomorrow is Saturday Today I'll hang out with someone Tomorrow me and Fabian will pursue the Usual fun TV light, pizza, oven light (Is the timer on right?) As we blast 'em raps to the stereo It's really hysterical, when the noise sends the neighbors to burial (f** you you little f**ing prick) Su-Su Sunday's the next day Sleep in until eight minutes after twelve And you're hoping and praying for more relaxaion, like come on (like come on) Till next weekend You're just that one weakened kid The one who raps confident But may occasionally act a little timid That's not me a I just appear to be it But I feel the bliss breeze in the air Without despair, I brace to be placed under that state of care Like yea man I'm there and here not here and there