Lyrics Seven Days - Original Mix - Tek 9 , Pariss

For four days I am immune with the regal column, it makes me wanna hollow
But not out of pain or oppression,
Because this day would've been a fit of my self expression
And on the fifth day I rest, puttin' my mind to ease, imagination to the test
Now on the sixth day I party,
Partying with anything that is disciplined or contained

This's is the day when I take off my wig,
I try to find a place where I can do my gig
It doesn't always have to be on the dancefloor,
If the love's good, I'm a baby home in a candy store
Of course my heart is moving at a funked up rate,
And thanks to Buddha, my mind is in a mellow state
Now on the seventh day is when I meditate,
Spirituality, whispers create.

My dreams and all I want in life,
This is the day I remove myself from any stride
I stay focused, sometimes shaking for you down,
My hours intact, my footing is on solid ground
For some life is on the edge spinning them around,
But for me, this does not so well you see
I gotta be doing something in these short days
(That I got something thats doin' my souls work)

Day one, I'm having fun
Day two, just me and my boom
Day three, guess who, it's me
Day four, I'm giving you more
Day five, I'm keeping it live
Day six, with the pickup sticks
Day seven, I'm on my way to heaven
Day eight, day eight, guess what, you're late

On monday I met this cat names sunny
He was funny, and had a smile like the easter bunny
On tuesday I did the cutie with the booty from synagog, oh yesh'ure
Wednesday afternoon, left me holding spoons,
Playing possum'n'coon on my tomtom drum
On thursday, I had to get me some of that dim sum,
Looking crazy, and acting like a bum.
T G I F, god bless me with the sunshine and sweet rhyme to help me bag a dime
It's saturday, it's saturday, it's saturday, need i say more
On sunday, I'm looking like I'm poor, but filthy rich, with the pickup sticks
And ready, to give you some more, to give you some more, to give you some more

Day one, I'm having fun
Day two, just me and my boom
Day three, guess who, it's me
Day four, giving you more
Day five, I'm keeping it live
Day six, with the pickup sticks
Day seven, I'm on my way to heaven
Day eight, day eight, guess what, you're late

On monday, I had the meatloaf
Tuesday morning scrambled eggs with french toast
Wednesday, I had the fillet steak and cheese on
Thursday, fried chicken with the green beans
Friday, I went to a fish fry
Saturday, had the peas with the black eyes
Sunday, colin greens with the sweet potato pie

Then I headed to the bathroom,
Where I proceeded to make room,
And do it over (again, yesh'ure)

Day one, I'm having fun
Day two, just me and my boom
Day three, guess who, it's me
Day four, giving you more
Day five, I'm keeping it live
Day six, with the pickup sticks
Day seven, I'm on my way to heaven
Day eight, day eight, guess what, you're late