Watsky, Mody, Wax - Kick Monday lyrics

I'm coming hard for Friday, like a pedophile
At his computer desk, watching Rebecca smile
I go the extra mile, the marathon's 27th mile
Then I hit the ice cold beverage aisle
I got a cast-iron liver
And I would rather drown my
Sorrows than cry a river
I use my brain like you
Use a plane flight ticket
Now I'm in a place where all
The fences are white picket
The only way it might get disturbing
Is if you're bothered by the
Sound of light cricket chirping
I just let it soak in like Robitussen
And about the fast paced rat
Race there's no discussion
I'm just trying to get into the proper mood
Remix of everyday life, chopped and screwed
What can I do to get the weekdays behind me?
Watsky, remind me thank you, kindly

Kick Monday in the nutsack
Wedgie Wednesday's butt crack
I'm coming hard for Friday
And if you're not, get the fuck back

Compared to mine, all testicles, hecka small
Mine crack walls like a wrecking ball
When my checkered drawers fall
Y'all see ornaments fit for a porno flick
Time to deck the halls
I'm glad it's all finished
The week is all bidness
But now I'm chilling
Sprawled out with a tall Guinness
I'm gonna set the world record
For the funnest time ever
Had on the planet, so everybody call Guinness
I swear a lot, this ain't Fisher-Price
If I'm a bad influence
Then here's the great advice:
Kids! Don't be a dickweed!
Appreciate the shit out of the present
Moment and be fucking nice!
I whistle weird for the tune of it
If they all did, it'd ruin it
We spent two months on this
Here bluegrass-folk rock-hip hop album
Because we really felt like doing it!
So everybody


I'm an Amurican, I put my work in
And when work's done, it's time for perking
Hey, let's invite the vultures down
To have a drink they must be getting tired
Doing all that circling
Cause it's the world's end
We're overheat-elated!
And, from what I hear
We're also over-people-ated
So, there's no room
Or we'll just explode soon
So, let's get inebriated
And forget what we created
So I've been thinking
We should have a big party
For all humans, and even women (ladies)
For the dumb Southerners, the lazy Mexicans
The A rabs, and the
Coloreds and their peckers, and
The cheap Jews, which is me, too
I'll even treat you! (L'chaim)
But, just this once, cause nothing's free
Dude and when the fiery end comes
We'll burn up quicker
Because we're full of liquor so everybody
Kick Monday in the nutsack