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Monday
1,397
Hip-Hop
Monday was released on July 23, 2008 by YEARS GONE BY as a part of the album Last Week
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Release DateJuly 23, 2008
LabelYEARS GONE BY
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Home Brew
Home Brew
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Scott
Thomas Scott
Songwriter
Harry Huavi
Harry Huavi
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When it all started, I was lying in my bed
Counting all the sheep leap, flying through my head
Snoring in my deep sleep, jumping on the stage
Rhyming to this mean beat, then it stopped
And the crowd started yelling, "Beep, beep"
Then I woke up (Huh?), colder than a snow cone
Late for my job, think I'll pull a no-show
Dude on my right shoulder's like, "Nah, don't go"
Nerd on my left's like, "You gotta get the dough, bro"
Sure, bro, you're right, but I'd rather have a doze though
"Yeah, but what about the bill for the home phone?"
"Yeah, but what about the boss? He's a homo"
"He makes you work all day without a fucking smoke, oh"
Oh, fuck, gotta get the dough though
Tryna put my album out and I ain't signed a stones throw
So I guess I gotta work until I got my own show
And watch the whole day go by, it's just that
[Verse 2]
Every day (Every day)
Same old shit (Same old shit)
It's that every day (Every day)
Same old boring (Same old shit)
Every day (Every day)
Same old shit (Same old shit)
It's that every day, shit that happens to me every day
[Verse 3]
"If you could, mate, (What?) put these rubbish bags
Out on the back dock, and grab that mop, mate
You missed this here black spot, Top chap Scott"
"Yeah, up your crack, boss"
"Now what was that?"
"Sweet ass boss" "You fat cock"
"Oh great, mate, anybody wanna clean the (Bags not)
Lock the gate, mate, here's the code for the pad lock (Pad lock?)"
"Flat screen plus laptop, plus black hoodie equals ka-ching, jackpot"
"All I gotta do is get a car and a ski mask
I already know where the cunt put the key card"
"And there's more squid in his safe than at sea mart
So when I'm done, I can probably build a theme park"
"Then get a jet plane for me and my sweetheart
Plus some 0's for the bro's, that'll be mean hot"
"Oh, shit, I forgot the security guard
I guess I gotta keep working for this retard"
[Verse 4]
Every day (Every day)
Same old shit (Same old shit)
It's that every day (Every day)
Same old boring (Same old shit)
Every day (Every day)
Same old shit (Same old shit)
It's that every day, shit that happens to me every day
[Verse 5]
The day finished and I raced home, quicker than a Red-Cross First Aid
Clothes looking dirtier than girls at the bird cage
Walked through the door looking like I seen a mermaid
Dinner on the table for me like it was my birthday
"Hey, how was work, babe?"
"Ha, fucking awesome"
"Awesome"
"No it was awful, I mean the sauces
Nah I was bored stiff, had no one to talk with
But I pulled a couple mean dough-y's on the forklift"
"But, how was your day?"
"Aw, it was okay, thanks for asking, hey, do me up some OJ?"
"Oh, shucks, that was dope, babe"
"Hey, I'll wash, you dry"
"Oh, what I'll do the dishes, even though you cook the food guy"
"Just sit down, babe, chill, let the time go"
"Yeah, but what about the dishes?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, they can dry through"
[Verse 6]
Then we watched some T.V., had a cup of Milo
And let the night go, without me shouting like a psycho
And there wasn't no one giving orders like a manager
No one looking through my texts like, "Who's Pamela?"
I was on top of shit, like Canada
Turn the lights off, cross Monday off the calendar
"Night, night"
[Verse 7]
It's that every day (Every day)
Same old shit (Same old shit)
It's that every day (Every day)
Same old boring (Same old shit)
Every day (Every day)
Same old shit (Same old shit)
It's that every day, shit that happens to me every day
Written by: Harry Huavi, Tom Scott
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