EARTHGANG, Mac Miller - Monday lyrics

"Every day is the last day yeah, you get
Up uh, and before you know it
The day's over and you're
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow and what you
Gotta do tomorrow and
Uh and next thing you know, it's next week
And all you do is think about work"
Yeah (yeah, yeah) we (We, we)
Yeah (yeah, yeah) we (We, we)
(yeah) yeah (yeah, yeah)
(A hundred-fifty with the kiddies
On the school-school-school-school-school)
We (We, we, These niggas, niggas)
(It's Friday mornin') yeah (yeah, yeah)
(A hundred-fifty with
The school-school-school-school-school)
We (We, we)

It's Friday mornin'
A hundred-fifty with the kiddies
On the school bus, everybody yawnin'
I got my diploma standin' in line
I pray to God I hope they choose us
Or I'm back on the corner, uh
It's Friday mornin'
A hundred-fifty with the kiddies
On the school bus, everybody's on it
Don't know what I'm on to
But something's shoutin'
(Yuh) it's telling me
"We can't stay here, " everybody's goners
(Everybody's goners)

Another three-sixty, another twenty-four
Another revolution
Think the Earth mimicking me
Finding more similarities with cosmic energy
The morning vis à vis with
The joint increasing my synergy
Me? I'm feelin' like I'm everywhere
There's ever been at once
When the terror takes his baby
Jumps beneath my feet
Back to this old job again
(Gone, gone) back to this old J-O-B (Gone
Gone) i wonderin' why my papa put
Me on this turning thing
(Gone, gone, gone, gone)
Or while I'm ponderin' life
Let me go get this burner clean
(Gone, gone, gone, gone)
The babies will be up sooner you think
With hunger pains (Gone, gone, gone, gone)
So how’s it, how’s it, how’s it
How's that everybody who was
Here this time last year ain’t
Make it this time around, so say
(So say, so say) thanks
Biggie, and you got's to hear me now
You only got T-minus fifteen 'fore
It's back into the wild
The snakes are nipping at ya feet
Might even peep a sheep howl
I'm banging on the hoods of trains and
Trash cans just to catch the beat
(Catch the beat, catch the beat
Catch the beat)
And never take for granted where you be
Know it's like a junkyard now, might
Be the safest place to sleep
But that's just temporarily
I'm at ya hair like that home perm kit's
See I'm been in the crew
But ain't got no long term vision
Sound like what's plaguin' you, you, and
You, and her, and him, and
We's at the school and she
Just watchin' on us

It's Friday mornin'
A hundred-fifty with the kiddies
On the school bus, everybody yawnin'
I got my diploma standin' in line
I pray to God I hope they choose us
Or I'm back on the corner, uh
It's Friday mornin'
A hundred-fifty with the kiddies
On the school bus, everybody's on it
Don't know what I'm on to
But something's shoutin' it's telling me
(Woop, woop, woop)
"We can't stay here, " everybody's goners

Well, I hope your hatin' ass smell the
Smoke before the phoenix walk in
My bloodstream full of burning leaves
Touch screen for the birds and bees
Get my options up (Gone, gone, gone, gone)
We love to trap the thirst but
Hate who might be watching us
Sacrifices offered up
Wifing is the alternate to nuttin'
Off in all the sluts
(Gone, gone, gone, gone)
They love whoever they around
But probably fucking all of us
Listen close, hear a nigga ego fall to pieces
(Gone, gone, gone, gone)
Bitch, put something on ya feet
And get to sweepin'
Ask me do I understand, I say, "Bitch
Do you capiche?"
Try me like a piece of shit and
Now I'm forced to be facetious
You can make a masterpiece
They be like "yeah, but who's ya feature?"
Nigga, I'm my fucking feature
(I'm my fucking feature)
Who the fuck are you to me?
Remember knuckles used to be
The tool of choice
As little boys, we used to use 'em just
To prove that we was man enough
No matter what the damage was
She dancing on the dick
She even let me use the camera
And everything was cool until they
Kicked us outta Canada

It's Friday mornin'
A hundred-fifty with the kiddies
On the school bus, everybody yawnin'
I got my diploma standin' in line
I pray to God I hope they choose us
Or I'm back on the corner, uh
It's Friday mornin'
A hundred-fifty with the kiddies
On the school bus, everybody's on it
Don't know what I'm on to
But something's shoutin' it's telling me
"We can't stay here, " everybody's goners
(yeah)

Before I started
Regarded as one of the hardest in the yard
No money from a job
I was distracted by these broads
She said "you want that pussy
Then walk the plank" and
I dove into that ocean, I saw her naked
In the Hall of Angels, chasin' lion, tigers
Caught a Bengal
Best finagle the bagel, ready, willin'
And able fillin' ya cable with destructions
Spontaneous combustion
(Gone, gone, gone, gone)
Alien abductions, plus what the fucks in
Platinum plus rappers
(Gone, gone, gone, gone)
Say "Hi" when you see me
Won't be say nothing after
I'm a motherfuckin' bastard, uh
Master of disguise
Word to the wise: don't fuck with me
(Gone, gone, gone, gone)
You the rich and comfortably
We out back: dungaree motherfucker please
Don't even think to try me
My mind is somewhere else
They pumping "crazy" in my IV yeah

It's Friday mornin'
A hundred-fifty with the kiddies
On the school bus, everybody yawnin'
I got my diploma standin' in line
I pray to God I hope they choose us
Or I'm back on the corner, uh
It's Friday mornin'
A hundred-fifty with the kiddies
On the school bus, everybody's on it
Don't know what I'm on to
But something's shoutin' it's telling me
"We can't stay here, " everybody's goners
(Everybody's goners)

Gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone
(Gone, gone, gone, gone)