Monday

Wander round through the streets
Just to feel some surface underneath my feet
Tap a boom bap beat up on my collarbones again
Shake my head to feel it there cause man who knows where it's been

Take the F all the way
Down to Coney Island to escape the grey
Not too many folks at the beach this time of year
Eat a hot dog in the cold and wish that you were here

Just waiting on Monday to hit
So I can stop thinking for just for a little bit
Waiting on Monday to hit
Cause me and idle time don't really mix
Oh Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday

Barber shop, switch it up
Thinking maybe a new look can end the rut
No relation next and try on a couple shirts
It was worth a go but yeah I don't think that it worked

To the bar meet some friends
Act like it ain't the fifth time this week I've been
Getting worried that this shit's becoming my default
Stumble back to my place and resist the urge to call

Just waiting on Monday to hit
So I can stop thinking for just for a little bit
Waiting on Monday to hit
Cause me and idle time don't really mix
Oh Monday, Monday, Monday

Just waiting on Monday to hit
So I can stop thinking for just for a little bit
Waiting on Monday to hit
Cause me and idle time don't really mix
Oh Monday



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Liao, Esa Serog, Nick Lawler, Riccardo Sonsini
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