LONDON FOG

[Verse 1]
Trip on a Tuesday, fuck it
Tripped on my shoelace stuntin', yeah
I got no blue face, nothin'
I got maybe like a buck and some change
I know I ain't really makin' enough change
I ain't really provin' nothin' to nothin' or no one
Assuming there's something I owe one, fuck it

[Chorus]
London fog, good morning sun
I need a London fog latte to run it up
I'm mourning the morning sun
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

[Verse 2]
Wonder what am I?
Get the blunt burned to the third degree (You smoke too much)
I'm a different pedigree, better breed, better when smacked (Yeah, right)
Can you reach out? (Aight)
Can you try a few timеs? (Cap)
I swear I'll call back
I know I'm pourin' up too early as of lately
Hold mе down, I hope that you could change me
I ain't notice you was on the same thing
I'm not sure we'd make it past a maybe

[Bridge]
Trip on a Tuesday, fuck it
Trip on a Tuesday, fuck it, fuck it
Trip on a Tuesday, fuck it
Trip on a Tuesday, fuck it, fuck it
London fog, good morning sun
I need a london fog latte to run it up
I'm mourning the morning sun
London fog, good morning sun
I need a london fog latte to run it up
I'm mourning the morning sun
I know I've been
I know I've been
I know I've been
Trippin', trippin', trippin'
I can't hide my feelings
Think I need a minute
Think I need a minute
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Monday, Tuesday—

[Outro]
Feeling her like spicy food
Won't phone me, she wanted a nice ring too
Both lonely, she been in an ice cream mood
Just slide, might even like seafood
Both lonely, she been in an ice cream mood
Just slide, I might even like seafood
Feeling her like spicy food
Won't phone me, she wanted a nice ring too
Both lonely, she been in an ice cream mood
No secrets, she know me and I scream too