[Verse 1] You ask me if I'm angry Well, hell yeah, I fucking am Can't help the way god made me But he won't get away with that again My stomach's torn up of gunfire And improvisational white lies It's not sustainable but it's just traditional And I couldn't hold him if I wanted to
So I left my man in the middle of the highway Won't be seen with him cause that's embarrassing He can be such a bitch and it makes me sick All right, all right
[Chorus] You ask me if I'm angry Well, hell yeah, I fucking am It's been too long since I've gotten laid And longer still since I wanted it The only time I'll open up is when I'm firing A bad case of the Monday's with no silver lining
[Verse 2: Chloe Hotline] The cigarettes in your bag You walk out to take a smoke I know you cough and you choke Just tryna deal with it all We live our lives on loop You couldn't believe the truth And so I always knew That you'd be watching my fall
Maybe I'll wake up on Monday I know that you see me this one way 85 and raining but we still alive Hour long ride but I been hearin' lies Think that I'd be hypnotized Drenched in your vanity I might be off a little bit, but still got sanity Tell me that I couldn't leave Now I can't breathe Your sister calls, she sees you move And thinks she can't see
The world isn't blind I been readin' your mind Tryna put the pieces all together Now you see me online And you think it's divine But i'm sorry I've been movin' better No no no
The things that I've seen Would make most people sick The dream that I dream Is something that they never get
The things that I've seen Would make most people sick The dream that I dream Is something that they never get
Somehow I'm still standin' Who would have thought I have been looking for my problems And knew you were lost
[Hook] Flaunting that I'm not the type to be wrong When I've known the type to ruin lives So my eyes are wide I'll let you in on something, baby I can be crazy If you want crazy
[Final Chorus] You say that I look angry Well, hell yeah, you're fucking right Hot pacing the back porch from all the conversation Squared up with time for these dicks tonight But the only time I'll open up is when I'm firing A bad case of the Monday's with no silver With no silver lining
Laugh myself to death, it's so hilarious Everything is a mess and we're aware of it I'd expect nothing less but I still hate Monday's Yeah, I still hate Monday's I still hate Monday's I still hate Monday'sTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
