Monday's looking pretty bleak
Two thirds of the week on no sleep
'Cos I never had a Jeep and my mum works late every eve
Monday looking kinda bleak, I don't want my zoot to finish
Night and day doing black British,
Now I need a fresh trim for the image
Yeah, I told her "girl, you can't come to my yard"
That's where I do my thinking, plots on quests from West
Adventures of Tintin like you just got a lease on my heart
My mental shifted, the day I clocked that nobody's listening
They're just predicting like pundits on Sky
Underestimated that's fine, should've never give me a reason
Sweep three games in a row like Klopp the beginning of the season
You ain't got to pledge your
Allegiance but if it ain't love that's scam
Like Moura starting the final on bench like he's one of the fans
I can tell you he's not my friend 'cos
He chats like say I don't know who I am
Haha haha, you're jokes man, that's cool
On to the next like days at school, many a moon
I know when the stars align
Everything will be fine
I don't need a gun to know the devil is a lie
I quell it from within every time I feel it rise (and again)
I know when the stars, align
Everything will be fine, alright
I don't need a gun to know the devil is lie
I quell it from within every-time I feel it rise
Yeah, Yeah, I spent (what)
Two thirds of the week on no sleep
Cos I never flew business (business), neck riddled with stiffness
Yeah, you ain't got to tell me that something ain't right
I feel good when I buy new Nikes,
Convince myself it ain't part of the hype
I need these ones for "shuckin' an' jives"
Never twist me with one of them guys
Yes, the ego loves Pride like rainbows all of July
Jesus, give me one more verse or chapter
Let me know why the mind so scatter
I'm looking at Boris like "where does this leave us?"