Monday 2 Monday

Lyrics

[Verse 1: RLX, CRIMEAPPLE] Walk five, part the sky, [?] More money, more murder, more homicide Guap ties, I cannot lie, you should stop trying I ain't bout to talk like y'all design like you not fried Block me like I'm on the wrong side, but you're online Run ya ass over like the [?] at the start line Run the pack, throw it, I was open and I caught stride Gun flyin', shoulder pads lower to ya heart line Dark times, I part shines, you were off white Hard crimes in the archives, we would not write I remember when the hearts dropped, when we saw the lights Now I'm tryna get it all without riskin' all my life Long days, even longer nights, we would dream this I don't listen to ya shit, so I ain't here to sneak diss I was spittin' off the shits, mami, I was geeking Now the shawty on my dick, wylin for a reason On the trip, call it crisco, you gotta see this I could never call it quits, wanted what I'm needing (Woah) Hoping that you make it through the [?] (Woah) focus on greatness, faded I get thrown like Peyton (Woah) [Verse 2: CRIMEAPPLE] I need paper just to say things (Yup) I used to weigh things (Yup) Spread ya hairline on Beijing with the grey thing for what you may think The chain speak values, cop the albums [?] fountain yeah no doubt, ya tape Benadryl Press record, I kill it will (Woah), got some shit to spill You lookin' at me like, "was this a drill?" Before ya soul leave you, fetal, coulda fed you more Repertoire, adding extra sauce if a check involved (Yup) Check ya bitch, check ya dawg, green light on Talladega Sending phase fast like we waving flags with the checkerboard (Doma) Seen through ya mask So far along my own path, the clock spin backwards, and I might meet you in the past (Woah) Meet me with the cast, invoke burial chant Burn you down in real life [?] chant (Ay yi yi) You glance wrong, be a tampon I had to break down death and put the stamp on just to get my hands on [Refrain: CRIMEAPPLE] It's fuck you Monday to Monday It's fuck you every what which a way I'm really on shit, okay Might shed a tear of joy if you get hit today, ayy It's fuck you Monday to Monday It's fuck you every what which a way I'm really on shit, okay I might shed a tear of joy if you get hit today, ayy