Lyrics mOndays - Trapo

mOndays

When I got shit to do
Can I count on you?
I promise you
We can make history
I never have much to say
My hideaway has me real cool
My privacy, means everything to me
What does it mean to you?
We can make history
Soon as you say it’s cool
Soon as you say it’s cool
When I ain’t got shit to do but bother you
What do it mean to me?
That could mean anything
What do I mean to you?
You don’t say anything
When we’re together, together
Say do I need you now?
I don’t
I don’t say anything, I won’t
When we’re together, together
Thinkin'
Drinkin'
I’m thinkin' (fuck)
Stressin'
Legal fees and the stress knee deep
One day you’ll understand the troubled artist
Treading through muddy water
Pretend I’m not in debt and that the IRS won’t show up
Keep a blow-up, why rest, my pillow case is eyes warm
Your fan favorited, can’t inflate when people don’t jam the tape
That paper you got here is shorter
See you can’t afford to bounce back
When budgets plummet you’re the outcast
Almost finished went from bag chasin' to a backpack
With homework in it
And it’s no gimmicks, just patient
Making mistakes 'til you’re voice dependent
And it’s Monday so I’m ventin' about everything
I might cop some mary jane, knowin' that’s a bad move
I might call some pussy up, that’s a bad decision too
All my homies switchin' up, been facin' woods again, it’s cool
Man I can’t get rich enough, just check the check invisible
Rumor is, dumb it down for the consumer then
Collect from them on stupid shit
Might boost your gigs
That’s P-A-Y the man if I put powder in my hand
And leave a mark, where would you stand?
I ain’t no motherfuckin' comma
Just do this shit for profit
No loyalty make way more than a dollar
I’ll be honest, don’t see dyin' broke, ain’t how I plan to go out
And integrity is cool but stability is too
And I really want that pool in my crib
Fuck it though, I really want that jewel on my wrist
Right now it’s buckets though
I never felt better stackin' dough and all of it’s legit, I fuck it off
How dare you turn your back on me?
Everything I’ve done
How you turn your back on me, your back to me again
How you turn your back to me
How come I don’t ever get the joke
All the family talk was barrel smoke
We just know how to survive
State managers spreadin' lies
Underground and in the clouds
Wanna live somewhere remote
Bad call from the rentin' and the loud like
I won’t let the po-po get me riled up when I’m too high
Car smell like woohah and I flew by the speedometer
All I feel is mama pain, know earth can be discouraging
The mirror scene, I look away, but fuck preaching
Perspective’s the motto
Beefin' over bitches like swallowing a hollow tip
Don’t lose your lip for some odd dough
If I win a lot though
I parade the streets and buy all of the AK’s
Point at the police, devour them (them)
Watchin' over my shoulders
Still grandma totin' an older grudge
Ain’t no armor tough enough that’s stoppin' you from a bloodspill
I’m to free, I flee a sentence
And too cheap to flee, don’t spend shit
On no collar, ain’t no slave
Unless a forty million dollar
It’s just Monday and I’m ventin' about everything
I might cop some mary jane, knowin' that’s a bad move
I might call some pussy up, that’s a bad decision too