No Motive On A Wednesday

They always wonder I'm stiff No smiles, and a strict upper lip Well, hear me out, when I was growing up, a kid I was judged, every time, yeah maybe just a bit But… I'll let you clowns run around With your fake ass smiles, being loud And imposing a way of life That I don't need but you've chosen From afar might be weird but it works so far Now I've spoken Yours brah? Fuck nah, it's kinda broken Don't be texting me midweek, let's meet Beard's getting messy and my hair's getting thick, keep Looking at myself like, fuck no, is this me? How sacred the trim be Say it's cray cah I get it done each week Nah, you can trace it all back through my history Gotta get my trim for the week Lay my clothes out nice so they're neat Face clean, keep the white on my teeth Well groomed from my eyes to my feet No motives on a Wednesday Hit me up when you're going out the next day No motives on a Wednesday Hibernating 'til I'm going out the next day Imagine me a little brown boy getting curry jokes Wonder if it's true But I keep it to the chest when I hurry home Good times but they're sullied though When you realise that Some of them were mates who would say Calm down, it's just funny bro... So now it's routine heavy Beard, hair done, what a beauty, getting On my wave sprayed down Pick my shoes, be ready Nails ain't yellow from the stains Eating good, hit the gym Walk bares, better lose this belly All this pressure All this effort For my family and friends to impress them At my core man I'm still a young boy who's Putting in the work so he doesn't feel lesser Pick the right colours for my melanin Or I'm going all black 'til get a trim Gotta get my trim for the week Lay my clothes out nice so they're neat Face clean, keep the white on my teeth Well groomed from my eyes to my feet No motives on a Wednesday Hit me up when you're going out the next day No motives on a Wednesday Hibernating 'til I'm going out the next day