Sunday on a Tuesday

🌅 [Intro – Ambient Only - discord ping, seagulls faintly in background, soft breeze rustles curtain, fridge hum, vinyl crackle, distant lighter flick] 🌴 [Chorus – Lazy, relaxed tone] It’s Sunday on a Tuesday, brain on delay, Livin’ in the loading screen, floatin’ through the day. Got sandals on the carpet, coffee in my cup, I don’t know what time it is—and I don’t give a fuck. 😎 [Verse 1 – Half-Time Flow] Wake up late, but I never went to bed, Browser got ten tabs and not one’s been read. Stream title flexin’, time loop glitch, Sunday on a Tuesday, still ain't fixed. Discord hummin’, back lights glowin’, Schedule? Gone. Vibes? Flowin’. Forgot the game, forgot the plan— Just sittin’ in queue, not givin’ a damn. 🌴 [Chorus – Repeat] It’s Sunday on a Tuesday, brain on delay, Livin’ in the loading screen, floatin’ through the day. Got sandals on the carpet, coffee in my cup, I don’t know what time it is—and I don’t give a fuck. 😵‍💫 [Verse 2 – Half-Time Flow] Hoodie on. Snacks close. Missed my alarm— Still the host. Chat grindin’. I lean back. Didn’t queue. Still on track. Pings stacked. I ain’t move. Said “one sec”— Whole damn afternoon. Days don’t count. I lost track. Missed the week— didn’t want it back. 🌴 [Chorus – Repeat] It’s Sunday on a Tuesday, brain on delay, Livin’ in the loading screen, floatin’ through the day. Got sandals on the carpet, coffee in my cup, I don’t know what time it is—and I don’t give a fuck. 🧠 [Bridge – Spoken or slow melodic] Time’s a myth, So is work. Rest is real, And I’m the clerk. Punchin’ out before I’m in— Clock don’t win if you never begin. 😴 [Verse 3 – Half-Time Flow] Tab’s still open. Stream still live. Said I’d BRB— never arrived. Tried to grind. Got stuck mid-stretch. Mood said "nah," and I ain't pressed. Couch got hands. Won’t let go. Dreamin’ big— but movin’ slow. Week’s on fire. I just yawned. It’s Sunday, baby... all week long.