Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monday Night, artist - SonReal. Album song One Long Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Box
Song language: English
Monday Night |
| Hook: |
| Got one thing right |
| Sipping little juice up on a Monday night |
| I was gonna write something for radio to play |
| But fuck it, all I had to say was love me because I’m real |
| Yeah, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me |
| Just love me because I’m real |
| Yeah, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me |
| Just love me because I’m real |
| O’Ten I had a thought |
| What if I say this shit that they don’t ever talk |
| What if I move in a way that they never move |
| That could open up a door to something they can never knock |
| My man said don’t walk when they tell you march |
| Cause if you do, then they’ll never tell you apart |
| And plus, you don’t move like them anyway, do your thing, boy |
| , yea go ahead and sang |
| Boy, and let them fucking haters playing, boy |
| Cause you know the static just gonna generate a prank, boy |
| Teleprompters in the black booth, got these uptight dudes tryna act loose |
| Rat poison in the bird feeder, look appealing to a third wheeler |
| And you can follow but following only get you as far as the last follower |
| followed behind a leader |
| That’s why I don’t change on a meter, just stand a bit longer and make sure I |
| don’t get towed |
| Cause if you came here to dance you gotta stay on your toes |
| Tomorrow’s always been something that today will never know |
| So when they say that I’ll blow I never say that I know |
| I just keep that shit a secret like |
| I don’t wanna tell 'em if they don’t believe me |
| And I’ve been an open book when I was there, hard to win it |
| No, no, no |
| Hook: |
| Love me because I never fucking fronted |
| I’m sorry for cursing |
| But I feel strong as a person that wished too many recursions |
| Niggas still soul searching on a secular device |
| Niggas still saying yolo, carved in air, will live twice |
| This is far from a disk, keep your rumors to yourself |
| Drake wrote the book, Kardinal built the shelf |
| Socrates built the library, then he built the school |
| People in Toronto are nervous about tools |
| Cause the police are killing us dead with no apology |
| The future is yours, shine bright, no astrology |
| We slaves to technology |
| I’m Kunta Kinte discovering Deuteronomy |
| Heart’s too big for your limited cardiology |
| What would you rather? |
| A hundred dollars or honesty? |
| How many times I gotta sell you, nigga, honestly |
| Questioning my name you get killed for curiosity |
| Repping out north body to mind constantly |
| Competition is commonly seen as comedy |
| I wanna be better but I’m far from wannabe child prodigy |
| Too ill for modesty, dancing in the street with 2Pac choreography |
| Spitting on a camera or read in a Bible audibly |
| Richie, pass that Henney, let’s toast to the real |
| I’m kind of a big deal on my coast |
| Hook: |
| Can you give me something to believe in? |
| One thing, anything |
| Can you give me something to believe in? |
| One thing, anything |
| If our eyes are open they can’t tell us what we can’t see |
| And if we stop for motion |
| They can’t tell us what we can be |
| I’m singing oh, oh, oh |
| Can’t blame it on the alcohol |
| Like oh, oh, oh |
| Can’t blame it on the alcohol |
| Type iguana piper, got that flame without a lighter |
| Waking up tomorrow night is bumping the fucking Foo Fighters |
| I’ll probably face an indictment, killing everything I’m writing |
| My old shit wasn’t like it, but my new shit got him typing |
| Wow You are c oo l, fuck running a train, I’ll fucking derail |
| How the fuck he write the songs with so much fucking detail |
| I just on my retail, all I do is be real, hold up |
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