[Verse 1] Sitting in a hookers room Shes Sixty-four and selling dope I'm fucking with a broken radio Trying to make the damn thing work Tweaker comes through the doorway Pipe already in his hand "Who wants to smoke dope And get weird?" Pack the fucking pipe then Nothing strange about it Nothing special on the way Wasn't even noon yet Just another Tuesday [Verse 2] Walk outside into the parking lot Some drunk dude wants to drive Fumbling with his fucking keys Barely keeping himself upright Nah Give me those Snatched 'em from his hand He got pissed and rushed at me Stepped aside Let his own momentum Put him on the concrete Tossed his keys up on the roof He can figure that shit out Kept walking Had somewhere else to be [Chorus] Just another Tuesday Nothing weird to see Black clothes Cloth mask when the sun goes down Walking through the streets Phone ringing in my pocket Somebody needs some time One problem into another Never asking fucking why Just another Tuesday That's what normal used to mean Whole city losing its shit While I moved between the scenes [Verse 3] Phone rings Someone owes my homie money Needs a little time Then I see the fiends bike Sitting there outside Well That'll work Bent down by the first tire Let the air hiss out Walked around the other side Let that motherfucker out too fiend wasn't going anywhere For a little while Bought my buddy some time Didn't think much more about it Kept walking [Verse 4] Sun dropped All black Cloth mask Moving through the alley Trying not to be noticed Which apparently meant Dressing like somebody Everyone should fucking notice See a friend ahead of me Walk up Tap her on the back She fucking screams I pull the mask down Hey It's just me I wanted to say hi SLAP "What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought I was getting kidnapped!" I'm sorry I'm hiding from the cops Like somehow That explained everything She starts laughing Calls me fucking crazy No I'm a ninja Mask goes back up Stepped back into the shadows And kept walking [Chorus] Just another Tuesday Nothing weird to see Black clothes Cloth mask When the sun goes down Walking through the streets Drunk dude's keys are on a roof that fiends tires are flat My friend's still probably wondering What the fuck was up with that Just another Tuesday That's what normal used to mean Whole city losing its shit While I moved between the scenes [Verse 5] Eventually headed for the riverbed Back toward my spot I'd built stone stairs going down Concrete fireplace Little place underground Out of everybody's way Got there Gone City brought the bulldozers through Flattened the whole fucking thing Stood there looking at the dirt Well Guess I live somewhere else now Walked about ten minutes deeper Found another place Farther from the road Farther from everybody Started over [Chorus] Just another Tuesday Sun going down Bass rolling through the riverbed Nobody else around No master plan in play Just a bunch of shit that happened On another fucking Tuesday
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