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Mondays

(album: Rini - 2017)


Noses red, pockets blue
It's raining on a Monday too
I just came back from California
Diesel, yeah, Liza Minnelli, racy
Straight up, you should never leave your girl in Bali
She might like it too much and never come back, help me
If that happens then who's gonna supply you with stokeys
To any friends you share a deck of cigarettes with
Nobody say when you went for your happiness, girl
But you can't really blame them
They'll never see through your eyes
They'll never feel how you feel
They'll never know what you've been through

'Cause now I got no money to spend, no job, no job
Hit up the family friend, one love, one love
It's cool you followed a trend, my God, my God
I might just say to pretend
Watch stars and stay up 'til it's past 12

Think about days that we all know the same
When your mum's on your back and a girl in your brain
With the time that we lost and the money that we gain
When the buses stop and it rain and it rain
When we were all lost we found Mary Jane
When having fun at all costs didn't cost a thing

Now I'm caught between my Monday blues and weekend highs
Missing out and cutting ties
Mad Monday to grind a snooze
Money made in time, we lose
Weekdays when we grind and weekends when we cruise
Steady making rules, yes I pay my dues, dues

For broken hearts to be here
Broke to kissing girls and getting dough
From buying clothes and smoking dro
Summer suns and winter blows
And eyeing signs to know what's low
Stressing out, it goes, it goes
As we grow we know we glow
Hope we flip defeat, you flow
And my years, tears and fears show up to be something great
Always kill time but I am forever late
I never tate above the hate
Showing love 'til we are reaching heaven's gate
Are reaching heaven's gate

Sometimes I wish I came for your escape plan
Run away from the pain, trap it straight man
I been blowing up for days on the same strand
Was riding on these waves like a baby name
In my waste land
Don't wanna be a waste man
Don't wanna be a waste man, no

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