Monday
It's effing Monday
I don't wanna wake up
I don't wanna go to work
I don't wanna dress up
Am fucking sad
My bank is sad
Am going to work but But yet I don't seem the rewards
But yet I still keep happy
Am going to work am feeling nappy
Don't make enough so I still live with daddy
I know this is strange
I might just be insane
But it is effing Monday
You don't want me to complain
Dress up to go to work
Two coffees is a must
I stop at the Tim Hortons
And my order all wrong
I forget how work
The weekend was blur
The boss just wanna talk
And my words
Slur
I ask for chocolate chip
And I get a raisin brand
I ask for a double double
What I get? Black
My boss is getting mad
I call In sick a lot
But what he doesn't know
Is that he's lucky I show up
I'm hoping I blow up
By the end of this song
I got six more to come
For the week end to be done
I guess I will just wait
I'll stop with the complaint
But this is efing Monday
So my brain in pain
It's effing Monday
I don't wanna wake up
I don't wanna go to work
I don't wanna dress up
Am fucking sad
My bank is sad
Am going to work but But yet I don't seem the rewards
I can't wait for the weekend
Am living for the weekend
It's effing Monday and am waiting for the weekend
Got four more days to pass
Don't wanna go to class
Am tire of people looking
Don't wanna wear a mask
So don't worry
Cuz this cuff
Eint Covid
THC in my veins
Keeps me cozy
Little bit after work
Keeps me going
I forget that is Monday
So I keep smoking
So it's Monday
And am rolling
Out of bed
I gotta keep it working
Yes my mind
It's saying nooo
But my wallet says you gotta go
My wallet says I gotta go
The bills keep piling up
Am living with my parents
So am making all this up
Get offended a lot
Am trying to change the world
My break it's almost done
So I gotta go to work
It's effing Monday
I don't wanna wake up
I don't wanna go to work
I don't wanna dress up
Am fucking sad
My bank is sad
Am going to work but But yet I don't seem the rewards
I can't wait for the weekend
Am living for the weekend
It's effing Monday and am waiting for the weekend
Got four more days to pass
don't wanna go to class
Am tire of people looking
Don't wanna wear a mask
I don't wanna wear a mask
I don't wanna go to work
Ha
Maybe i get one of those aah serve checks
The government is giving out for free
And aaa stay home
I don't wanna wake up
I don't wanna go to work
I don't wanna dress up
Am fucking sad
My bank is sad
Am going to work but But yet I don't seem the rewards
But yet I still keep happy
Am going to work am feeling nappy
Don't make enough so I still live with daddy
I know this is strange
I might just be insane
But it is effing Monday
You don't want me to complain
Dress up to go to work
Two coffees is a must
I stop at the Tim Hortons
And my order all wrong
I forget how work
The weekend was blur
The boss just wanna talk
And my words
Slur
I ask for chocolate chip
And I get a raisin brand
I ask for a double double
What I get? Black
My boss is getting mad
I call In sick a lot
But what he doesn't know
Is that he's lucky I show up
I'm hoping I blow up
By the end of this song
I got six more to come
For the week end to be done
I guess I will just wait
I'll stop with the complaint
But this is efing Monday
So my brain in pain
It's effing Monday
I don't wanna wake up
I don't wanna go to work
I don't wanna dress up
Am fucking sad
My bank is sad
Am going to work but But yet I don't seem the rewards
I can't wait for the weekend
Am living for the weekend
It's effing Monday and am waiting for the weekend
Got four more days to pass
Don't wanna go to class
Am tire of people looking
Don't wanna wear a mask
So don't worry
Cuz this cuff
Eint Covid
THC in my veins
Keeps me cozy
Little bit after work
Keeps me going
I forget that is Monday
So I keep smoking
So it's Monday
And am rolling
Out of bed
I gotta keep it working
Yes my mind
It's saying nooo
But my wallet says you gotta go
My wallet says I gotta go
The bills keep piling up
Am living with my parents
So am making all this up
Get offended a lot
Am trying to change the world
My break it's almost done
So I gotta go to work
It's effing Monday
I don't wanna wake up
I don't wanna go to work
I don't wanna dress up
Am fucking sad
My bank is sad
Am going to work but But yet I don't seem the rewards
I can't wait for the weekend
Am living for the weekend
It's effing Monday and am waiting for the weekend
Got four more days to pass
don't wanna go to class
Am tire of people looking
Don't wanna wear a mask
I don't wanna wear a mask
I don't wanna go to work
Ha
Maybe i get one of those aah serve checks
The government is giving out for free
And aaa stay home
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Writer(s): Abraham Blanco
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