Account Options Sign in. My library Help Advanced Book Search. Frederic Raphael. The manager's name was Love. His first- floor flat was diagonally across the private road and the rose beds from ours. Each weekday morning, at eight fifteen, he hooked open his lattice-paned bedroom window and did exercises, in a white sleeveless vest and white drawers.
The song, which was produced by frequent collaborators Sonny Digital and Metro Boomin originally mixed by Justin Childs and features guest vocals by Ousala Aleem  and from Canadian recording artist Drake , was released as the first single from his debut extended play EP , ILoveMakonnen Drake got in touch with Sonny Digital ; the rapper released the remix two days later. On this release, Makonnen said "It was great. I was excited. In the track review, Patrick Fallon concluded "Somehow, this summertime sleeper hit has become a self-fulfilling prophecy: iLoveMakonnen worked tirelessly to get to this point in his career, and now with a proper success
I pulled up to Metro crib, and we were already working days before, so it was just another song that we was doing. It got crazy when Drake had reached out to get on the song. OK, got it! Does it mean anything special hidden. I'm drunk on a Tuesday And I'm feelin alright It's only a Tuesday But we're drinkin all night [Repeat] Verse 2: So I grab two cans, two of them full Gotta skip class, fuck my school Imma get bla-sted tonight Call up my friends, get things right Get em on the phone, funnel my beer Best damn time we had all year Ain't goin home, let's have fun Awesome!
Squad goin' up, nobody flippin' packs now I just did 3 in a row, them shows is back-to-back to back now Put the world on the sound, you know PARTY and The Weeknd Ain't got no motherfuckin' time to party on the weekend Tell Gelo, "Bring the juice, we about to get lit" Fill the room up with some teens, one night off and this is it Always workin' over T, overtime and out of town Shit is crazy back home, it kills me that I'm not around I think we gettin' too deep, shit I'm talkin' must be too true Upstairs got xan's in a Advil bottle, I don't take them shits But you do, so I got 'em for you I don't need the pills, I'm just gonna' have another drink And when I'm puttin' work in on a weekend I'll look back on this and think how we have the club going up. Workin' Monday night, on the corner flippin' hard Made at least 3 thousand, on the boulevard I've been workin' graveyard shifts every other weekend Ain't got fuckin' time to party on the weekend I've been flippin' in the house, makin' juugs on the highway I've been ridin' out of state, makin' money like my way I don't think that I should dance, I'm just gon' have another drink I'm doin' my stance, you know my molly prant I got the loudest of the loud, you know I got stink My P. O think I'm in the house Don't give a damn bout, what she think. And I know I know how I made it on my own I made my own style, I don't think that I should stay You know I gotta' go, you're moving too fast Don't wanna move slow Club goin' up, on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosay. Drake - Tuesday Lyrics Drake.