Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monday Monday, artist - Drapht. Album song Seven Mirrors, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ada, The Ayems, Warner Music Australia
Song language: English
Monday Monday |
I wake up, everyday starts with a phone call |
Phone Paul with a problem day whats-her-face forgets her name |
Man how you gonna forget your name |
Same illusion, it’s just a different day |
Misread the roster, rocking up a little wake to work |
Flirting with the barista instead of serving customers |
Nah fuck it, I ain’t having it |
A losing battle when—when customer |
Is mad and plans to take a rant to Urbanspoon |
Order two Nasi Gorengs expecting german food |
What you want me to say? |
Kill 'em with kindness, rather get my grenade |
Lemons to lemonade, say the customer is always right |
Well Christ, what if the customer is nothing but a bitch? |
I can’t keep doing this |
Can’t keep doing this man |
Rather give her a bag of dicks, I ain’t meaning Japanese cuisine |
There ain’t no delicacy, yep yep yeah you can can leave |
(What?!) I said would you like a receipt |
(Oh, yes please) Yo, I can’t stand you fucking people |
(Excuse me?) I said come back again |
I even saved your favourite table, it’s always a pleasure to see you |
Deepak told me I gotta breathe |
Instead I fall apart at the seems |
Cause everyday’s been a Monday |
For so long |
Then you know, you know, you know |
I seem to blink and the day is over |
Then you know, you know, you know |
It’s Monday again |
Again, again |
It’s Monday again, yeah |
Just another Monday again, again |
I know |
Man, I shouldn’t take their pain personal |
Like murder-ball, they’re killin' you |
Without a leg to stand on and I know you can’t feel your feet |
'Cause you steppin' all over my toes when they are underneath |
End of my tether with everyone |
Living in civil unrest, no security like I’m Lebanon |
Forget 'em all Paul, go and live on an island in Thailand |
No finance, just me, myself and I and my guitar |
Serenading my lady under the stars, nothing but fucking love |
Ah, no alarms in my luggage |
A groundhog day without Bill Murray is fucking rubbish |
Love it, hate it, messing my being |
Yelling at these kids it wasn’t part of my dream |
Thich Nhat Hanh told me to breath |
Instead I fall apart at the seems |
Cause everyday’s been a Monday |
For so long |
Then you know, you know, you know |
I seem to blink and the day is over |
Then you know, you know, you know |
It’s Monday again |
Again, again |
It’s Monday again |
Just another Monday again, again |