Lyrics:
too young
Not to worry as the years go by
My sentence will shorten and soon it will be
My time to pass judgments on some other guy
By eighteen
Why am I always running late
I don’t even know the date
And I can never sleep through the whole night
Never at ease
No my soul’s tired
(My soul’s
By the time that it's over it'll prolly be Monday.
I don't wanna argue.
Kan we make it past hump day.
Never got a chance to take u on a lunch date
ain't dying yet
But a mf tired
My bitch wanna go on a date I ain't got no time for that
Grind like a monday on friday
If I ever tweak on you just blame it
a fool was she
And he says
I remember Monday rising with her hair
Reflected in my eyes
It caught the sun a million times
What a fool was he
In
[Hook]
Talking bout business on monday
Put in the effort on tuesday
I stick to routine on wensday
Thoughts of my past on thursday
Getting more paper
[Hook]
Talking bout business on monday
Put in the effort on tuesday
I stick to routine on wensday
Thoughts of my past on thursday
Getting more paper
And he says I remember Monday rising with her hair
Reflected in my eyes
It caught the sun a million times
What a fool was he
In a window near the office
to make my own wave
First they counted me out now they playin my name
On a good day roll up smoke it away
But I gotta go work cuz it's back to Monday
Gotta
their own dick-tion
Uh, Ishi distort that bass,
Man grew up on a raw estate,
Now, every time I draw my dates,
They're like 'how the fuck d'you
She fell in love
Fell in love
Seven days
Seven dates
Fell in love with my
She fell in love
She fell in love
Fell in love with the game
Fell in love
Word, back then I was going by Twenty Banz
At a time where I didn't have any bands
I was cappin' my raps full of many shams
Flexing my birthday money
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
[Note: Brother Marquis does all the verses.]
My seven bizzos...
Seven days, seven ways, that's too much...
My seven bizzos...
On Monday there's
frequency,
To 106 point me
So there's no
Distractions
Take a breath
Take it in
Love has no expiration date
My heart will always beat for you
wondering, bitch
Boy, I'm a motherfucking beast
All my haters rest in peace (Flex)
I make a hundred on the Monday and
Go hard the rest of the week
Prey
their own dick-tion
Uh, Ishi distort that bass,
Man grew up on a raw estate,
Now, every time I draw my dates,
They're like 'how the fuck d'you
a fool was she
And he says
I remember Monday rising with her hair
Reflected in my eyes
It caught the sun a million times
What a fool was he
In
bro’s
Me and my
Flood the scene
3000 Degrees, yeah
Outkast when i drop these BOB’s
Yeah
SOB’s
Don’t forget to breathe
AMG
Microphone fiends, yeah
Aye
I
I'm already high
Can't take off my pride
I feel like I'm lusting
You told me you coming on Sunday
But that's what you told me last Thursday
You
Derry Doe
Sunday was quiet and Monday was not Derry Dee Derry Doe
Jose V by a tree dead and shot Derry Dee Derry Doe
The cops kinda figured that Whiskey
the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way
Pussy on a Sunday, fitness on a Monday
My new crib came with Feng Shui
And my closet is like a runway
Come
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Motherfuck Teniell, but see I'm the Captain of this ship
And I'm true to the game
Ya all look the same
Standin' by my backstage door, hopin' that'll
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