Lyrics of Radius x Leonora – Plans Tonight (feat. Leonora)

I live for the weekend
Underpaid and overworked
I can’t wait for the evening
Going out and burn what I earned

And I stare at the door
Now it’s almost 4
I can’t take much more
There’s so much to explore

Keep holding on
It won’t be long
‘til the working day is done
So out of balance

This lifestyle is out of whack
And I’m wasting my talents
Working hours I can’t get back
And from Monday to Friday

I put on a smile and
I try keeping it kind
But I just

Can’t keep this up
It’s all too much
I think I’ve had enough

When the clock strikes five
That’s when I come alive
I can’t work overtime
I got plans for tonight

Back tomorrow at nine
But this night is all mine
Logging out, I’m offline
Cause you know baby, you know i got plans tonight

There’s got to be something bigger
This cannot be my final stop
My finger on the trigger
About to quit this dead end job

I just gotta get out
But shit I can’t pay my rent without
I guess I have no choice but

Keep holding on
It won’t be long
Til the working day is done

When the clock strikes five
That’s when I come alive
I can’t work overtime
I got plans for tonight

Back tomorrow at nine
But this night is all mine
Logging out, I’m offline
Cause you know baby, you know i got plans tonight

Night after night I’m
Running in circles
Trying to find purpose
Night after night I’m
Running in circles
Trying to find purpose

When the clock strikes five
That’s when I come alive
I can’t work overtime
I got plans for tonight

Back tomorrow at nine
But this night is all mine
Logging out, I’m offline
Cause you know baby, you know i got plans tonight

Lyrics of Jay Gudda – Grey Magic

(Yikes, too groovy, shit)
I don’t get it (Wake up)
(Too groovy, man)
Look, look

Ring Around the Rosie, pocket full with an O-Z
He’s been actin’ nosey, talkin’ loud like he knows me
Should I get all exposey? Or should I just take the dough and leave?
And if I don’t show my hand, what’d be below my sleeve?

You know it’s me, but I noticed that you ain’t notice me
We both know it’s weak, but don’t speak ‘cause I ain’t got no receipts (Yeah)
Pussy, hold your queef, don’t push me, I’m known to tweak (Don’t push me)
They booked me, the show was free, and nobody’d show up but me
Hoe, preach, roll up some kief, bitch natural as my leaf
She’s like, “Actually, that ain’t me. I was fat and had surgery”
Now it’s cash and new Birkin sprees, new purse, and it’s burgundy
“What hurts is you judging me,” I’m like, “Yeah, bitch. You up a tree”
Jeez, holy smokes, the Backwoods like, “Pull me close” (Do it)
The pack’s If You Know You Know, the stash is on overflow (Oh)
My ego still come and go, Am I evil? Or am I slow? (I don’t know)
Got demons that take control, can’t feed ‘em in case they grow (Oh)
I need ‘em to fuck and go (Go)
I need ‘em to fuckin’ go (Go)
I teach her to suck it gross, releasing what’s up her throat (Oh)
She fiending ‘cause I’m the most, I’m dreamy, she comatosed,
Believe me, I know I’m fucked, she leave me, I’ll overdose (Oh)

Oh, hoe (Off what?)
I guess that’s it (Anyway, shit)
(Somethin’ like that, yeah, I don’t know)
Look, look

Ring Around the Rosie, pocket full with an O-Z
He’s been actin’ nosey, talkin’ loud like he knows me
Should I get all exposey? Or should I just take the dough and leave? (No, no, no)
And if I don’t show my hand, what’d be below my sleeve?

(You feel that)
What else did I have in this mothafucka, man?
Leave my phone and keys in the whip when I wish they would
And I’m really wishin’ for good, but they really wishin’ they could (Don’t explain)
Don’t explain when it’s understood
(Alright)
My phone and keys in the whip, when I still believe in some shit (Fuck)
You get it

Lyrics of Schmoon – Bowlegged Rider

They call him the bowlegged rider
The six legged freak
The bowlegged rider c’mon
Don’t think he ever blinks
And when he sleeps I weep
At the top of the week
Be shooting everyone he meets
Got a thing for cold meat
Mind’s a dripping sink
His shit always stinks
A horsefly’s more polite
And man when he dies I’m gonna sigh
Man when he dies
They call him the bowlegged rider
The six legged freak
The bowlegged rider a’huh
Don’t think he ever blinks
And when he speaks I weep
Even in utero he barely fit
The mom said stop!
I’m goin for a drink
So the chip became a chunk
On his shoulder that very eve
Must be how wounds become marquees
Must be
Wears a tattoo that reads
Fuck tattoos
And fuck canned tuna
Says he’ll rest when he’s dead
Over his dead body
So sing along now
There’s no good left in those eyes
A stye can barely stand
So take a stand
Why don’t I take a stand here
Why don’t I take a stand