Mondays

Who's that girl
Who is she
Another one wannabe
She's not there to listen about your childhood dreams
She just came came came came
After your time
Sunflower in the right hand
Just between you and I
Nobody thinks you will come out of this alive
(Fuck)

So fuck what everybody thinks
I've got way to many dreams
There's No more space in my head for anything to bother me
(Yeah)

I just I just I just would like to have a friend
Who doesn't want to become a fucking billionaire
We would spend the days
Drinking coke and playing games

We won't care about Mondays



Credits
Writer(s): Kuba Tmsvski
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