Monday (feat. Mac Miller)

Every day is the last day Yeah, you get up and ooh And before you know it, the day's over And you're thinkin' 'bout tomorrow And what you gotta do tomorrow and, uh And next thin' you know, it's next week And all you do is think about work Yeah We Yeah We (yeah) Yeah (a 150 with the kiddies on the school, school, school, school, school) We (these nigga's real, it's Friday mornin', these niggas in it) Yeah (they hit me with the scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop) We It's Friday mornin' A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it I got my diploma Standin' in line, I pray to God I hope they choose us Or I'm back on the corner, uh It's Friday mornin' A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it Don't know what I'm on to But something's shouting, it's tellin' me (yeah) "We can't stay here, everybody's goners" (goners) Another 360, another 24 Another revolution, think the Earth mimickin' me Findin' more similarities with cosmic energy The mornin' vis-à-vis with the joint increasin' my synergy Me? I'm feelin' like I'm everywhere there's ever been at once When the terror takes his baby, jumps beneath my feet Back to this old job again, back to this old J-O-B I wonderin' why my papa put me on this turnin' thin' Or while I'm ponderin' life, let me go get this burner clean The baby's will be up sooner you think, with hunger pains So how's it, how's it, how's it that everybody who was here this time last year Ain't make it this time 'round? So say, "Thanks" Big E, you got's to hurry now You only got t-minus 15 'fore it's back into the wild The snakes are nippin' at your feet Might even peep a sheep howl I'm bangin' on the hoods of trains and trash cans Just to catch the beat (just to catch the beat, catch the beat) And never take for granted where you be Know it's like a junkyard now might be the safest place to sleep But that's just temporarily I'm at your hair like that home perm kits See ABBA then the Coot, but ain't have no long-term vision Sound like what's plaguin' you, you, and you, and her, and him, and We's at the school and she watchin' us It's Friday mornin' A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it I got my diploma Standin' in line, I pray to God I hope they choose us Or I'm back on the corner, uh It's Friday mornin' A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it Don't know what I'm on to But something's shoutin', it's tellin' me (whoo!) "We can't stay here, everybody's goners" And I hope your hatin' ass smell the smoke before the fienders walk in My blood stream, full of burnin' leaves Touch screen for the birds and bees, get my options up We love to trap the thirst, but hate who might be watchin' us Sacrifices offered up Wifin' is the alternate to nuttin' off in all the sluts They love whoever they around, but probably fuckin' all of us Listen close, hear a nigga ego fall to pieces Bitch, put somethin' on your feet and get to sweeping Ask me do I understand, I say "Bitch, do you kapeesh?" Try me like a piece of shit, and now I'm forced to be facetious You can make a masterpiece, they be like "Yeah, but who's your feature?" Nigga, I'm my fuckin' feature, who the fuck are you to me? Remember, knuckles used to be the tool of choice Little boys, we used to use 'em just to prove that we was man enough No matter what the damage was She dancin' on the dick, she even let me use the camera And everythin' was cool 'til they kicked us out of Canada It's Friday mornin' A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody on it I got my diploma Standin' in line, I pray to God I hope they choose us Or I'm back on the corner, uh It's Friday mornin' A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it Don't know what I'm on to But something's shoutin', it's tellin' me "We can't stay here, everybody's goners" (yeah) Before I started, regarded as one of the hardest in the yard No money from a job, I was distracted by these broads She said, "You want that pussy? Then walk the plank" and I dove into that ocean, I saw her naked In the Hall of Angels, chasin' lion, tigers, caught a Bengal Let's finagle the bagel, ready, willing, and able Fillin' your cable with destructions, spontaneous combustion Alien abductions, plus what the fucks in Platinum plus rappers say "Hi," when you see me Won't be say nothin' after, I'm a motherfuckin' bastard, uh Master of disguise, word to the wise, don't fuck with me You the rich and comfortably, we out back, dungaree Motherfucker, please don't even think to try me My mind is somewhere else, they pumpin' "Crazy" in my IV, yuh It's Friday mornin' A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it I got my diploma Standin' in line, I pray to God I hope they choose us Or I'm back on the corner, uh It's Friday mornin' A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it Don't know what I'm on to But something's shoutin', it's tellin' me "We can't stay here, everybody's goners" Da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da