Intro:
Monday's looking pretty bleak
Verse 1:
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 nobodies 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
HOOK:
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
VERSE 2:
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 Nike's, 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. Gimme one more verse or chapter
Let me know why the mind so scatter
I'm looking at Boris like where does this leave us