| Noses red, pockets blue
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| It’s raining on a Monday too
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| I just came back from California
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| Diesel, yeah, Liza Minnelli, racy
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| Straight up, you should never leave your girl in Bali
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| She might like it too much and never come back, help me
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| If that happens then who’s gonna supply you with stokeys
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| To any friends you share a deck of cigarettes with
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| Nobody say when you went for your happiness, girl
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| But you can’t really blame them
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| They’ll never see through your eyes
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| They’ll never feel how you feel
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| They’ll never know what you’ve been through
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| 'Cause now I got no money to spend, no job, no job
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| Hit up the family friend, one love, one love
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| It’s cool you followed a trend, my God, my God
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| I might just say to pretend
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| Watch stars and stay up 'til it’s past 12
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| Think about days that we all know the same
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| When your mum’s on your back and a girl in your brain
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| With the time that we lost and the money that we gain
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| When the buses stop and it rain and it rain
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| When we were all lost we found Mary Jane
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| When having fun at all costs didn’t cost a thing
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| Now I’m caught between my Monday blues and weekend highs
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| Missing out and cutting ties
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| Mad Monday to grind a snooze
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| Money made in time, we lose
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| Weekdays when we grind and weekends when we cruise
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| Steady making rules, yes I pay my dues, dues
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| For broken hearts to be here
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| Broke to kissing girls and getting dough
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| From buying clothes and smoking dro
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| Summer suns and winter blows
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| And eyeing signs to know what’s low
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| Stressing out, it goes, it goes
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| As we grow we know we glow
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| Hope we flip defeat, you flow
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| And my years, tears and fears show up to be something great
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| Always kill time but I am forever late
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| I never tate above the hate
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| Showing love 'til we are reaching heaven’s gate
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| Are reaching heaven’s gate
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| Sometimes I wish I came for your escape plan
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| Run away from the pain, trap it straight man
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| I been blowing up for days on the same strand
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| Was riding on these waves like a baby name
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| In my waste land
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| Don’t wanna be a waste man
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| Don’t wanna be a waste man, no |