THOUGHTS ON A MONDAY

Classics
Perhaps the most famous classic in all the world of music

Yes, I'm lit on this Monday. Niggas actin' real funny
Keep on track like a subway. I'm still fucked up from the Sunday

Yes, I'm lit on this Tuesday. I don't do who say who say
Niggas actin' real boujee. I sit and hit on my doubie

I went to work on a Wednesday. Bust my ass on the stairway
Alcohol mixed with reggie, But when they ask, don't comprende'
Cause y'all do coke, I do pepsi. Missed that feeling already
My niggas cruisin' the Chevy. We move like Ed, Edd and Eddy

Ayo, I'm here on the Thursday. Ayo, check out my wordplay
Spit forever so dirty. Because I've seen it the worst way
Question me like a survey. Y'all end up meeting the Lordy.
Mom and dad needing Maury, I seen them fight on my birthday

2010, I was hurtin'. I seen them weepin', they bleedin'
Family see it, they leavin'. When Friday comes, I'm not eatin'
Couldn't stomach the feeling. I need it out of my brain
The white man callin' my name. I'm Howard duckin his game

Saturday comin' by. Yeah, Saturday comin' by
Yeah, Friday I was a infant. I skip a couple years by
I couldn't tell y'all the difference between a child and my mind
I spot that punk from a distance. So take me back one more time
Yeah, nigga, fuck all the fakin'. Nigga, fuck all the fakin'
I miss the feelin', awaken up. I ain't have all this achin'

Back when I woke up on Sunday. Went to church with my auntie
Straight off the jump like a bungee. Hope prayers take something from me
I'm still fucked up from the Monday



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Writer(s): Capel Williamson
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