Ugh, ugh, look—

(it’s just Thursday)

I’m eating stale fries tonight

Microwave my pie tonight

I’m so needy, lazy, sleepy

Got a broke-girl appetite

I like that mid shit

She like that thrift shit

And my bougie neighbors, they turn up

over this shit—what?

Oh damn, it’s a Thursday and it’s like that

And the rent so high, it might bite back

It’s a Thursday, I’m on none

And the fridge so empty, you can’t hold crumbs

All the Karens sending shots

Decaf coffee for the plot

And if a hating bro forgot

Oh damn, we everything you not

‘Cause it’s a real shit Thursday

What you tryna do tonight?

Don’t matter, we in last place

You make a broke dude wanna pray

Bring your whole crew tonight

Bus pass is on the way

Big weak-day energy

It’s a quarter-off pizza night just for me

It’s a Thursday

That and those and these

I get what I want when I want (Dollar Tree)

It’s a Thursday

Damn I look tired

Say I don’t—

I wish a bish tried

(Turn dung di hype)

Bloodclaat, gyal flex pon crumbs,

Thursday weak, whole crew look bums.

Talk big life but yuh fridge stay dry,

Nothin’ but ramen and a stale French fry.

(Cha!) Fake queen, crown cyan hold,

Shoutin’ first place, but yuh last, mi told.

Pose pon di ‘Gram like yuh livin’ it large,

But yuh owe three bills pon di MetroCard.

(Lawd Gad) Car service? Lies, mi seh,

Yuh beggin’ bus fare pon a MTA.

Thursday gyal, stop actin’ hype—

Mi seh DEAD pon arrival, delete di type!

‘Cause it’s a real shit Thursday

What you tryna do tonight?

Don’t matter, we in last place

You make a broke dude wanna pray

Bring your whole crew tonight

Bus pass is on the way

Happy, happy Thursday

Go on girl, it’s just Thursday

Happy, happy Thursday

Go on fam, it’s just Thursday