Lyrics:
It's another Monday morning and I'm singing
It's another Monday morning and I'm shining
It's another Monday morning, got me grinding
On this mother
on a Monday morning
Make a man go mad
Whiskey on a Monday morning
Make a man go mad
Mad mad mad mad mad
Yeah the sun rises
And I'm feelin fine
I've got my
Monday Morning
I saw the sun break
I saw the moon glow
I saw the other side
From my window
The night I followed you
Through every red light
I
on a fucking Sunday
Had her for the weekend
You can have her back on Monday
i just bought a ticket
It’s a mother fucking one way
bitch I run these streets
while I'm running up these digits
Really came from nothing now we chasing after millions
About my paper mother fucking paper stack that shit
where he entered the cave.
Aladdin arose and ran towards the city.
Mother! Mother!
I want you to know something,
that evil man tried to take my life?
He
morning, have some bomb-ass cock,
Feelin' like the man as I shake the spot.
Freaked the girl named Tameka,
Made my bass thump deepah.
My girl
know,
You didn't get it all wrong?
Is this the light of a new day dawning?
A future bright that you can walk in?
No it's just another Monday morning
morning, have some bomb-ass cock,
Feelin' like the man as I shake the spot.
Freaked the girl named Tameka,
Made my bass thump deepah.
My girl
obsession, the acceptance of me by my
father and mother, who I had not spoken to since I had left home.
One morning my manager Alex came in and broke up one
Oh that's on my momma. Swear making paper ain't easy
Monday morning I wish I could be home watching my TV
And coast back
I promise they gon pay for
[Bridge:]
I remember wakin' up early monday morning
With my new dress, and my new shoes, with the buckles on em
And you would kiss my face, and say "I love
Imma be your MCM on a Monday
, then pound that ass from the back on Tuesday,
On Wednesday have a seat on my face,
Cus the next day is thick dick
waking up early Monday mornings,
With my new dress and my new shoes, with the buckles on em
And you would kiss my face and say I love you baby,
And you
the absence of a father
Have my daughter go and make her mom's mistakes
'Cause first thing Monday morning, we all feel it
And a woman on her own ain't
To the Don if she do no wrong she can sleep twice
One more night first thing in the morning you gon yeet right
Magnificent always in the room I’m the elephants
It's a different thing
It's a magnificent thing
God gifted thing
For you to make my heart sing
It's the way that we're holding
And we shaping and we
of fire, I'm finna spit it at you
No tattoos, just ? and other drugs
You don't love me just for that, well I bet you my mother does
What up 'cause, we can do
Even Almighty God Mighty Jesus bless the works of my hands as a mother bless the efforts he is putting into this music glorify him
Open doors for him
(Release)
Now come see grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do
And all our time it took up
I got a job with Stanley
He said I'd come in handy
And started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven
And all our time it took up
I got a job with Stanley
He said I'd come in handy
And started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven
I'm a fucker of mothers
Can you milk me baby come and suck on my udder
(Cause I) Don't want another, don't want another other, no
You don't want a son
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