Martes Gangster

Today is Tuesday, time to be a gangster
To rap, I don’t need a degree
I don’t know what I’m doing, but it sounds kinda good
Had a couple of flip-flops, now I’ve got a hundred

I live chill, my flow never expires
I talk too much, that’s what worries me
I wanna give you a kiss, but you’re always doing your thing
We’re already friends, I don’t think it matters

Look at me, Mom, now I’m a singer
Private school, now I’m a thug
Used to get good grades, so responsible
Now my style is irreplaceable

I wanna go crazy, don’t wanna heal
At least I’m young, I can still grow up
Don’t raise your voice if you don’t want me to cry
I’m the TikTok girl, you don’t know my story

(So, did you like it? If not, I’ll get romantic now)
(Look, look.)

(Today is Tuesday, time to be a gangster)
Sometimes I’m sad, see everything wrong, and when the sun comes out, I take it as a sign
I don’t wanna leave here, let me stay-he-he-he
You reject me now that you’re safe
Don’t get too comfortable, in two years you’ll be bald

I get a screenshot, what could it be?
If you’re gonna be a jerk, at least try to hide it

Oh, I’m off-topic, what was the song about? I don’t know
Today is Tuesday, time to be a gangster
I lose my mind way before my reason

Boom, bam, this sounds fun
Years go by, everything fades away
Boom, bam, this sounds fun
The day I get bored, I’ll quit and retire

(What? Am I gonna retire? Just kidding)
(Well, thanks)
(Today is Tuesday, time to be a gangster, yeah)
(Today is Tuesday, time to be a gangster)