Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song mondays, artist - Anjulie. Date of issue: 25.12.2020
Song language: English
mondays |
| I keep binging murder mysteries until 3 AM babe |
| Got this leftover marinara drippin' down my face |
| Got my CBD and whiskey, Bumble, Raya, CH |
| I know it could be way worse, I’m so ungrateful it hurts |
| But baby I miss Mondays |
| Strangers with the handshakes |
| Bodegas and small chains |
| Festivals and first dates |
| Miss them sloppy make outs |
| At the club with the lights out |
| I don’t know where I go now |
| Pack the car and roll out |
| Cos I can’t sleep without the NyQuil |
| And the texts all full of typos |
| And these four walls making me psycho |
| Oh yeah |
| I need some rich people problems, I need to call up my driver |
| Tell 'em go pick up my friends, we all flyin' private |
| To some Caribbean island or a tropical paradise |
| Don’t wanna close my eyes |
| But baby I miss Mondays |
| Strangers with the handshakes |
| Bodegas and small chains |
| Festivals and first dates |
| Miss them sloppy make outs |
| At the club with the lights out |
| I don’t know where I go now |
| Pack the car and roll out |
| Cos I can’t sleep without the NyQuil |
| And the texts all full of typos |
| And these four walls making me psycho |
| Oh |