Lyrics mOndays - Trapo
When
I
got
shit
to
do
Can
I
count
on
you?
I
promise
you
We
can
make
history
I
never
have
much
to
say
My
private
way
has
filled
the
room
My
privacy,
need
everything
for
me
What
does
it
mean
to
you?
We
can
make
history
Some
ask,
you
say
it′s
cool
Some
ask,
you
say
it's
cool
When
I
ain′t
got
shit
to
do
but
bother
you
What
do
it
mean
to
me?
That
could
mean
anything
What
do
I
mean
to
you?
You
don't
say
anything
When
we're
together,
together
Say
do
I
need
you
now?
I
don′t
I
don′t
say
anything,
I
won't
When
we′re
together,
together
Thinkin'
Drinkin′
I'm
thinkin′
(fuck)
Stressin'
Legal
fees
and
the
stress
knee
deep
One
day
you'll
understand
the
troubled
artist
Treading
through
muddy
water
Pretend
I′m
not
in
debt
and
that
the
IRS
won′t
show
up
Keep
a
blow-up,
why
rest,
my
pillow
case
is
eyes
warm
Your
fan
favorited,
can't
inflate
when
people
don′t
jam
the
tape
That
paper
you
got
here
is
shorter
See
you
can't
afford
to
bounce
back
When
budgets
plummet
you′re
the
outcast
Almost
finished
with
a
bag,
chasin'
to
a
backpack
With
homework
in
it
And
it′s
no
gimmicks,
just
patient
Making
mistakes
'til
you're
voice
dependent
And
it′s
Monday
so
I′m
ventin'
about
everything
I
might
cop
some
mary
jane,
knowin′
that's
a
bad
move
I
might
call
some
pussy
up,
that′s
a
bad
decision
too
All
my
homies
switchin'
up,
been
facin′
woods
again,
it's
cool
Man
I
can't
get
rich
enough,
just
check
the
check
invisible
Rumor
is,
dumb
it
down
for
the
consumer
then
Collect
from
them
on
stupid
shit
Might
boost
your
gigs
That′s
P-A-Y
the
man
if
I
put
powder
in
my
hand
And
leave
a
mark,
where
would
you
stand?
I
ain′t
no
motherfuckin'
comma
Just
do
this
shit
for
profit
No
loyalty
make
way
more
than
a
dollar
I′ll
be
honest,
don't
see
dyin′
broke,
ain't
how
I
plan
to
go
out
And
integrity
is
cool
but
stability
is
too
And
I
really
want
that
pool
in
my
crib
Fuck
it
though,
I
really
want
that
jewel
on
my
wrist
Right
now
it′s
buckets
though
I
never
felt
better
stackin'
dough
And
all
of
it's
legit,
I
fuck
it
off
How
dare
you
turn
your
back
on
me?
Everything
I′ve
done
How
you
turn
your
back
on
me,
your
back
to
me
again
How
you
turn
your
back
to
me
How
come
I
don′t
ever
get
the
joke
All
the
family
talk
was
barrel
smoke
We
just
know
how
to
survive
State
managers
spreadin'
lies
Underground
and
in
the
clouds
Wanna
live
somewhere
remote
Bad
call
from
the
rentin′
and
the
loud
like
I
won't
let
the
po-po
get
me
riled
up
when
I′m
too
high
Car
smell
like
woohah
and
I
flew
by
the
speedometer
All
I
feel
is
mama
pain,
know
earth
can
be
discouraging
The
mirror
scene,
I
look
away,
but
fuck
preaching
Perspective's
the
motto
Beefin′
over
bitches
like
swallowing
a
hollow
tip
Don't
lose
your
lip
for
some
odd
dough
If
I
win
a
lot
though
I
parade
the
streets
and
buy
all
of
the
AK's
Point
at
the
police,
devour
them
(them)
Watchin′
over
my
shoulders
Still
grandma
totin′
an
older
grudge
Ain't
no
armor
tough
enough
that′s
stoppin'
you
from
a
bloodspill
I′m
to
free,
I
flee
a
sentence
And
too
cheap
to
flee,
don't
spend
shit
On
no
collar,
ain′t
no
slave
Unless
a
forty
million
dollar
It's
just
Monday
and
I'm
ventin′
about
everything
I
might
cop
some
mary
jane,
knowin′
that's
a
bad
move
I
might
call
some
pussy
up,
that′s
a
bad
decision
too
1 The red Carpet
2 Drunk Punch
3 Coming Down
4 Bumper
5 Grow Up
6 Rain Check
7 a Relapse
8 Mirror Man
9 Militant Man
10 The Award Show
11 Trap House Funk
12 mOndays
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