Monday To Sunday

Its six in the morning

Hear your moaning

Seems like a sunny day

My head is Storming

And you are raining

Drowning slowly

While the suns rising

I had you gone before me

A little tired though

But I aint lazy for you girl

Meet me with a cup coffee its time to go

Off to the real world

Cuz off that bed times gon go real slow

Filled with sorrow

Unfilled dreams and the hands you borrowed

Roads you haven’t step on filled with burrow

Kinda scared the problems like scarecrows

Forgetting your purpose lost in the cornfield

But shit

I wish it was that simple

Back to days where the problems were pimples

Not the overdue bills that I have to pay for

Shit living so hollow I wanna pop bubble

But its Monday to Sunday

This rundevue

Of realness

The feel is to pay your dues

Its Monday to Sunday

Switch a view

Its Monday to Sunday

The same as you

Same old Same soul

Same flow Same song on the radio

Saying hello to my dreams once more

Before I let it all go

To work for the food on the table

Like that clock in

Lights out clock out

Aint the normal 9 to 5 its dark out

But back to same bed he woke from

She had a red secret matching red thong

For a second

He forgot about his uniform

Hes back home

Back to the sweet nights before the next morn

She touched his neck held his back

Kissed him on his cheek bones than on his fore head

Until the sun rises

Repeating the process

A job with no rest

No protests

Monday to Sunday this rundevue

It’s a slow progress

But its Monday to Sunday

This rundevue

Of realness

The feel is to pay your dues

Its Monday to Sunday

Switch a view

Its Monday to Sunday

The same as you

Monday to Sunday Wheres my holiday

Wheres my break But I guess

People wait

People slave

For the better days for the better pays

And me and you are living the same way

Doesn’t matter what you do

Keep your heads up

Know that

These minor things aint nearly enough

When the times get rough greed is a buff

And all kindness becomes a bluff

Try to rid the cuffs on my hands

But I can’t

You understand

It’s the world I need withstand

Shes there for me though

A plan to get richer so

This life won’t a rope

I want to let go

Back to the bed again

Start with the bed again

It’s a slow process

A couple steps left in the game

The last stretch to the home run till the next morning came

But its Monday to Sunday

This rundevue

Of realness

The feel is to pay your dues

Its Monday to Sunday

Switch a view

It's Monday to Sunday

Fuck this rule