Lyrics:
Good Morning
Morning, sir
Welcome to the National Cheese Emporium
Ah, thank you, my good man
What can I do for you, sir?
Well, I was sitting
We are the generation of the young flesh
We are the generation of the young flesh
We like to have sex on Friday night
And forget it by Monday
We are
Finessin' all you thugs
Monday morning punch the clock
Doin' 9-5
I can make your dreams come alive
Walk up in the club looking fresh as fuck
I ain't
at me
And I may have stared right back
But I’d never dare betray your trust
I’d rather have a heart attack
Waking up Sunday Morning
Fretting about Monday
Melanie claps her hands and music fades away
She rubs her shiny shoes, morning is becoming true
Serves another cup as Monday is chasing you
When excuse is
and stay
Eh-hey, eh-hey
We sang through the night
Till morning light
Some like to sleep
But we will keep
The beat till dawn
And dance along
It's Monday
Dylan sang to the millions but I’ll tell you what he saw
A hundred thousand civilians, they were crawling out there doors
On a Monday morning when rain
Know some niggas when they whip the yay they beat it with the fork I'm up early Monday Morning cause I got to go to court it still make a nigga
Making love on Sunday night
Church in early morning
Late night naked hugging
Girl your body feel so right
I will call off Monday
Still thinking about
Monday morning talk, let's get ready ah yea
Monday morning talk, let's get ready (Get ready)
Carry my Lil Pump (My pump), my chopper yea esketit
your eye, girl
One Monday morning I'll be gone, woah woah
I can never seem to stay
Even just for one day
I just got to say
I can't be surprised
Anymore
Normal news on the Monday morning
I feel like the T Line's calling
Writing these lines may be my calling
I'ma BK Baby, I was born to the streets like
days
Off my chest they go
If it’s mills they know
The intellect is in effect
Detoxing all of this inner stress
Yeah, we watching
Got the game by the neck
inside my head
I don’t wanna talk to you
You can tell me in the morning
When I wake up next to you
Cause I’m just
A little bit tired
Im up 24/7, and I
to say I'm sorry
So when I die you can say
I love the dead and alive
Some have gone and some go on to thrive
The Monday morning paper shares the names
Why do you hate me like Monday mornings
blinded by your pride
I ain't afraid to lie I
Kiss you in the morning
Simple buy the time
I ain't afraid
Sunday morning I wake up with you dreaming by my side and I say I wish this could last forever. Sunday morning I wake up from the dream I had last
feel you near
Let me show you now this happiness is always around
Only if you allow yourself to just see it
Just another Monday morning slipping by
Got the Monday mornin' blues
Monday wasn't really real
Oh, lying on a naked bed
With an Alka Seltzer head
Oh, Lucy looked sweet just a-strollin'
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors, twenty-five
saying to you
Good morning heartache, what's new
Stop haunting me now
Can't chase you no how
Just leave me alone
I've got those Monday blues
saying to you
Good morning heartache, what's new
Stop haunting me now
Can't chase you no how
Just leave me alone
I've got those Monday blues
saying to you
Good morning heartache, what's new
Stop haunting me now
Can't chase you no how
Just leave me alone
I've got those Monday blues
saying to you
Good morning heartache, what's new
Stop haunting me now
Can't chase you no how
Just leave me alone
I've got those Monday blues
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