Checked the forecast, It's a rainy day
A good day to stay aside and die away
I'm just broken, it's a part of me
Someone give me a lobotomy
In my dreams I be seeing the stages
Bright lights, and the crowd is raging
That's all a figment
Of my imagination
It's Monday
Hope I get paid on Tuesday
Take a couple shots on Wednesday
Pack another bowl on Thursday
Pull up to a party on Friday
Didn't get home 'til Saturday
I'll be broke again on Sunday
With my friends again on Monday
Now we're pulling upside though
Fucking with this girl she wanna ride, yo
This side got the street lights
And the other side don't got nothing but crack lights
Average, I'm splitting cabbage
And Babish got me hungry like a savage
And I find pleasure
In good, good measure
It's Monday
Hope I get paid on Tuesday
Take a couple shots on Wednesday
Pack another bowl on Thursday
Pull up to a party on Friday
Didn't get home 'til Saturday
I'll be broke again on Sunday
With my friends again on Monday