mOndays - Trapo

When I got shit to do

Can I count on you?

I promise you

We can make history

I never have much to say

My hideaway has me real cool

My privacy, means everything to me

What does it mean to you?

We can make history

Soon as you say it’s cool

Soon as you say it’s cool

When I ain’t got shit to do but bother you

What do it mean to me?

That could mean anything

What do I mean to you?

You don’t say anything

When we’re together, together

Say do I need you now?

I don’t

I don’t say anything, I won’t

When we’re together, together

Thinkin'

Drinkin'

I’m thinkin' (fuck)

Stressin'

Legal fees and the stress knee deep

One day you’ll understand the troubled artist

Treading through muddy water

Pretend I’m not in debt and that the IRS won’t show up

Keep a blow-up, why rest, my pillow case is eyes warm

Your fan favorited, can’t inflate when people don’t jam the tape

That paper you got here is shorter

See you can’t afford to bounce back

When budgets plummet you’re the outcast

Almost finished went from bag chasin' to a backpack

With homework in it

And it’s no gimmicks, just patient

Making mistakes 'til you’re voice dependent

And it’s Monday so I’m ventin' about everything

I might cop some mary jane, knowin' that’s a bad move

I might call some pussy up, that’s a bad decision too

All my homies switchin' up, been facin' woods again, it’s cool

Man I can’t get rich enough, just check the check invisible

Rumor is, dumb it down for the consumer then

Collect from them on stupid shit

Might boost your gigs

That’s P-A-Y the man if I put powder in my hand

And leave a mark, where would you stand?

I ain’t no motherfuckin' comma

Just do this shit for profit

No loyalty make way more than a dollar

I’ll be honest, don’t see dyin' broke, ain’t how I plan to go out

And integrity is cool but stability is too

And I really want that pool in my crib

Fuck it though, I really want that jewel on my wrist

Right now it’s buckets though

I never felt better stackin' dough and all of it’s legit, I fuck it off

How dare you turn your back on me?

Everything I’ve done

How you turn your back on me, your back to me again

How you turn your back to me

How come I don’t ever get the joke

All the family talk was barrel smoke

We just know how to survive

State managers spreadin' lies

Underground and in the clouds

Wanna live somewhere remote

Bad call from the rentin' and the loud like

I won’t let the po-po get me riled up when I’m too high

Car smell like woohah and I flew by the speedometer

All I feel is mama pain, know earth can be discouraging

The mirror scene, I look away, but fuck preaching

Perspective’s the motto

Beefin' over bitches like swallowing a hollow tip

Don’t lose your lip for some odd dough

If I win a lot though

I parade the streets and buy all of the AK’s

Point at the police, devour them (them)

Watchin' over my shoulders

Still grandma totin' an older grudge

Ain’t no armor tough enough that’s stoppin' you from a bloodspill

I’m to free, I flee a sentence

And too cheap to flee, don’t spend shit

On no collar, ain’t no slave

Unless a forty million dollar

It’s just Monday and I’m ventin' about everything

I might cop some mary jane, knowin' that’s a bad move

I might call some pussy up, that’s a bad decision too