Rod Wave – All Week Lyrics

Mama, Zachary makin’ beats again
Pipe that s*** up, TnT
D. Major, baby
Yeah, youngin’
Rah

Too much on my brain, mane, that pain run deep
I’m on that drank but can’t get no sleep
For 7 days, I’ve been at it all week
Chasin’ that chain but my past chasin’ me
Don’t book me at no show, can’t bring my Glock in this b****
DJ, stop the beat, who let a opp in this b****?
Say, who hit the heat? It’s gettin’ hot in this b****
I said, who hit the heat? It’s gettin’ hot in this b****
Glock 21, 30 shots in my s***

I’m on the highway with [?], he gon’ bop on some s***
N**** play, he get knocked out his socks in this b****, yeah
In the [?], they call him MJ, he trynna dunk on a fella
He keep .23 with him, he screamin’ 23 forever
I told my lady to be patient, I’ma get my s*** together
On the road doin’ show, we on a whole other level
And we tour bus slidin’, pedal to the metal
Starring out the window like I gotta do better
Thinking ’bout my kinfolks, wishin’ I can help ’em
But I’m only one man, already too much on my schedule
Too much on my schedule
I do what I can do
It be too much on my brain, wish I can live inside the booth
I’m in Atlanta with my troops, let’s go in and reck the booth
Tone just poured another deuce, I’m moving slowly off the juice
Hope I don’t OD off the juice
But it is what it is (What up)
Thinking ’bout my momma and kids, ain’t life a b****? (Ain’t life a b****?)
I was just bottom-boy surviving, f***** ’round and got rich
Now I got a reason to live
I’m living large, two-car garage with a house on the hill (House on the hill)
I talk to [Shod?], he tell me, “Rod, I’ma lay of the pills”
When you come home it gon’ be on, I’ma get you a deal
I promise dawg, it’s only up from here

Too much on my brain, mane, that pain run deep
I’m on that drank but can’t get no sleep
For 7 days, I’ve been at it all week (All week)
Chasin’ that chain but my past chasin’ me (Yeah)
Don’t book me at no show, can’t bring my Glock in this b****
DJ, stop the beat, who let a opp in this b****? (Yeah)
Say, who hit the heat? It’s gettin’ hot in this b**** (It’s gettin’ hot in this b****, yeah)
I said, who hit the heat? It’s gettin’ hot in this b**** (It’s gettin’ hot in this b****, yeah)
Glock 21, 30 shots in my s*** (It’s 30 shots in my s***, yeah, it’s 30 shots in my s***, yeah)

Yeah
Yeah, dawg, ah
Yeah, dawg
Yeah, dawg
I’m chasin’ money, city-to-city
State-to-state, you know what I’m sayin’?
Don’t get this s*** twisted dude, you feel me?