Lyricist:Big Nolt Vocalist:Big Nolt Beat maker:Big Nolt Mixing Engineer:Big Nolt Studio:BandLab Lyrics Last day of the week , 12 o-clock at night And I’m just sitting in front of the door, looking up at the ceiling, bored out of my mind. It be times like this, where my thoughts tend to roam Let’s get it Chilling like a villain, staring at the ceiling Might just be in my feelings, but can’t tell you what I’m feeling ‘Cause I’m home alone today, at the house to stay Know the real can relate, I ain’t talking the fake Got big plans for the future, all so fastidious So many ideas, got me feeling like Phineas. I can’t wait to be King, it got me also delirious Way more giddy that Giddeon bitch I’m hotter than igneous. Niggas can’t read my mind, ‘cause my shit work mysterious Peoples think I’m an idiot, they the ones who oblivious Don’t roam the streets at night cause this here get real hideous You’d get played like a joke if you don’t think this serious Can’t understand me that’s because you’re standing under Bitch I’m not your mammy I’m all lightning and no thunder Fly as hell not a hero, throw that thought in the dumpster But these bars so cold they might make your woman wonder Niggas freeze when they get heat up as they mind go asunder No time for your shit, do I look like a plumber gunners switch over to runners when them boys in blue start coming I’m biggie second coming and a nigga ain’t fronting Imma a beat up on this beat til the drums start numbing New house in Naranja out the six where niggas bumming Fuck prison cause it legalize slavery, & most prisoners black coincidence Maybe? Bitch stop playing you know that I’m the baby And a nigga so cray, might bite a dog and give it rabies Stop playing bitch, you know that I’m shit, nigga touch he getting hit, In the head call that a crit Chilling like a villain, staring at the ceiling. Might just be in my feelings, but can’t tell you what I’m feeling ‘Cause I’m home alone today, at the house to stay Know the real can relate, I ain’t talking the fake Got big plans for the future, all so fastidious So many ideas, got me feeling like Phineas. I can’t wait to be King, it got me also delirious Way more giddy that Giddeon bitch I’m hotter than igneous Niggas can’t read my mind, ‘cause my shit work mysterious Peoples think I’m an idiot, they the ones who oblivious Don’t roam the streets at night cause this here get real hideous You’d get played like a joke if you don’t think this serious Yea man that’s how it be sometimes, whenever I’m just in the house chilling Thinking ‘bout life thinking bout myself self-reflecting ya know Sitting alone’s like sitting front of a mirror ‘cause all you do is self reflect when it ain’t nobody near ya