Anjulie - Mondays lyrics

I keep binging murder mysteries until 3 AM
Babe got this left over marinara
Drippin' down my face
Got my CBD and whiskey, bumble, raya, CH
I know it could be way worse
I'm so ungrateful it hurts

But, baby, I miss Mondays
Strangers with the handshakes
Bodegas and small chains
Festivals and first dates
Miss them sloppy make outs
At the club with the lights out
Don't know where I go now
Pack the car and roll out

'Cause, I can't sleep without the Nyquil
And these texts all full of typos
And these four walls making me psycho, ayy

I need some rich people problems
I need to call up my driver
Tell 'em go pick up my friends
We all flyin' private
To some Caribbean island or
A tropical paradise
Don't wanna close my eyes

But, baby, I miss Mondays
Strangers with the handshakes
Bodegas and small chains
Festivals and first dates
Miss them sloppy make outs
At the club with the lights out
Don't know where I go now
Pack the car and roll out

'Cause, I can't sleep without the Nyquil
And these texts all full of typos
And these four walls making me psycho, oh