Fulcrum – In A Week Lyrics

“In A Week” is Track 10 on Fulcrum’s second album, Far Far Away.

In A Week Lyrics by Fulcrum

[Intro]
Desire
Huh, huh

[Chorus]
I ran these racks in a week
Bitch, can you kiss my feet? (Ha!)
What could you do for me?
My tank is on full, not E
She wanna hang, she a lame ass treesh
I’m smokin’ this za, I can’t breathe
Break down bud in a loose leaf
Watch what she gon’ do for me
I wanted you girl, but now I need it
Now my heart, you can just keep it
Livin’ stars, this ain’t no dream, yeah
Prada shades on, that’s how I’m seein’
Fly in a Starship, and it’s screamin’
I’m in Padmé and she’s screamin’
I got a saber, Order 66 Sith
That bitch broke, I cannot fix it
They’re so broke, they never listen
Me and my bitch, we’re gettin’ chicken
Yodieland, this shit’s not a fiction
Smokin’ this dope, it cost a ticket

[Verse]
I got her screamin’, “Heaven’s sake!” (Ha!)
I’m smokin’ this dope, I levitate
To this cash, I masturbate
I’m with my bitch inside L.A
Pull my bitch, [?]
I’m on Yon Merfo, not the state’s
The Clone Wars not on fun and games
The Clone Wars not on fun and games
And all these Padawans get slain
And all these hoes, they’re gettin’ slain
Callin’ the clones, they’ll all get slain
I got a saber, racks what I made
I got a saber, he get castrate
[?]
Look at the sky, the color is gray (Huhhhh)
I make all the music, it come from pain
I swear, I just want my Padmé
All these hoes, they all so lame
All these men, they all menstruate
They tryna eat up off my plate
You get lost in Yodieland, go insane
Remember them days I was on the train (Huh, huh)

[Chorus]
I ran these racks in a week
Bitch, can you kiss my feet? (Ha!) (Desire)
What could you do for me?
My tank is on full, not E (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
She wanna hang, she a lame ass treesh (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I’m smokin’ this za, I can’t breathe
Break down bud in a loose leaf
Watch what she gon’ do for me (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!)
I wanted you girl, but now I need it
Now my heart, you can just keep it
Livin’ stars, this ain’t no dream, yeah
Prada shades on, that’s how I’m seein’ (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fly in a Starship, and it’s screamin’ (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I’m in Padmé and she’s screamin’ (Whoa, whoa)
I got a saber, Order 66 Sith
That bitch broke, I cannot fix it
[Outro]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaaa (Fulcrum is a codename we give to our secret informants)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaaa