Mondays

You ask me if I’m angry
Well, hell yeah, I fucking am
Can’t help the way god made me
But he won’t get away with that again
My stomach’s torn up of gunfire
And improvisational white lies
It’s not sustainable but
It’s just traditional
And I couldn’t hold him if I wanted to

So I left my man in the middle of the highway
Won’t be seen with him
Cause that’s embarrassing
He can be such a bitch and it makes me sick
All right, all right

You ask me if I’m angry
Well, hell yeah, I fucking am
It’s been too long since I’ve gotten laid
And longer still since I wanted it
The only time I’ll open up is when I’m firing
A bad case of the Monday’s
With no silver lining

The cigarettes in your bag
You walk out to take a smoke
I know you cough and you choke
Just tryna deal with it all
We live our lives on loop
You couldn’t believe the truth
And so I always knew
That you'd be watching my fall

Maybe I'll wake up on Monday
I know that you see me this one way
85 and raining but we still alive
Hour long ride but I been hearin’ lies
Think that I'd be hypnotized
Drenched in your vanity
I might be off a little bit
But still got sanity
Tell me that I couldn't leave
Now I can't breathe
Your sister calls, she sees you move
And thinks she can’t see

The world isn't blind
I been readin' your mind
Tryna put the pieces all together
Now you see me online
And you think it's divine
But i’m sorry I've been movin’ better
No no no

The things that I've seen
Would make most people sick
The dream that I dream
Is something that they never get

The things that I've seen
Would make most people sick
The dream that I dream
Is something that they never get
Somehow I’m still standin’
Who would have thought
I have been looking for my problems
And knew you were lost

Flaunting that I’m not the type to be wrong
When I’ve known the type to ruin lives
So my eyes are wide
I’ll let you in on something, baby
I can be crazy if you want crazy

You say that I look angry
Well, hell yeah, you’re fucking right
Hot pacing the back porch
From all the conversation
Squared up with time for these dicks tonight
But the only time I’ll open
Up is when I’m firing
A bad case of the Monday’s with no silver
With no silver lining

Laugh myself to death, it’s so hilarious
Everything is a mess and we’re aware of it
I’d expect nothing less but
I still hate Monday’s
Yeah, I still hate Monday’s
I still hate Monday’s i still hate Monday’s