Thursday Night by Isaiah Keaton Lyrics
Bags under my eyes until there’s bags above the skies
That’s first class
Wonder how I do it? Just ask
I been feening to get something off my chest
With a bitch so high she could erupt glass
Manifesting all the things I been desiring
Demons get to rioting and sometimes its tiring
Close friend, eyeing death I try to take him out it
But his life spiraling, like the notebooks I been writing in
I used to say school when they asked me what I do
I’m no longer in college now I can’t use that excuse
My closеst friends graduated and they going for thеir masters
Me I’m trynna chase a dream without getting laughed at
Cus ain’t nothing more funny then a nigga with a plan
To go tour out in Japan In a city full of rappers
Especially, when everything you say, doesn’t matter
According to the standards that the radio practice
They rather hear me talk about a guns I never owned
Then express some feelings and show sides I never showed
But fuck all of that talking cus we headed to globe
Had to learn to trick the cons just to do it with the pros
Like the form the Bible written in
Adding up the dividends
Subtracting competition
But really compeititionless
Signs in my neighborhood
They not petitionin’
And yeah I broke her heart while I was fixing it (how ironic is that)
And still they rest on the songs I never lie on the track
Somebody please remind me where I’m at
Cus I been daydreaming about LA screaming
Fans can’t wait feening, know we stay scheming
At the gate screening for metals or anything thats potentially dangerous
Im anxious I feel the beat w anguish while I’m aiming for the top placement
What I’m saying
I could feel the tension as I’m decreasing my pension
Start to question if I chose the right profession
I been stressin’
But I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
Feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
Something good gon’ happen, I can feel it in the air, I swear
That’s first class
Wonder how I do it? Just ask
I been feening to get something off my chest
With a bitch so high she could erupt glass
Manifesting all the things I been desiring
Demons get to rioting and sometimes its tiring
Close friend, eyeing death I try to take him out it
But his life spiraling, like the notebooks I been writing in
I used to say school when they asked me what I do
I’m no longer in college now I can’t use that excuse
My closеst friends graduated and they going for thеir masters
Me I’m trynna chase a dream without getting laughed at
Cus ain’t nothing more funny then a nigga with a plan
To go tour out in Japan In a city full of rappers
Especially, when everything you say, doesn’t matter
According to the standards that the radio practice
They rather hear me talk about a guns I never owned
Then express some feelings and show sides I never showed
But fuck all of that talking cus we headed to globe
Had to learn to trick the cons just to do it with the pros
Like the form the Bible written in
Adding up the dividends
Subtracting competition
But really compeititionless
Signs in my neighborhood
They not petitionin’
And yeah I broke her heart while I was fixing it (how ironic is that)
And still they rest on the songs I never lie on the track
Somebody please remind me where I’m at
Cus I been daydreaming about LA screaming
Fans can’t wait feening, know we stay scheming
At the gate screening for metals or anything thats potentially dangerous
Im anxious I feel the beat w anguish while I’m aiming for the top placement
What I’m saying
I could feel the tension as I’m decreasing my pension
Start to question if I chose the right profession
I been stressin’
But I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
Feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
Something good gon’ happen, I can feel it in the air, I swear