Chuck Taylors with no socks You niggas chicken, pollo Nigga live in Sundays, king of diamonds Monday Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy Got a big house with
, hit you with the right hook You be like, "What the fuck was that?" Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo Nigga y'all best shit can't even fuck with
Six for the tax man, and one for the band Back in the studio to make our latest number one Take two-hundred-and-seventy-six You know, this used to be fun Monday morning
A Monday morning earthquake Another week to back break Keep him alive for god's sake High and dry I wonder will he survive A broken mirror and a stolen
Oh, Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee That Monday evening, you would still be here with me Monday, Monday, can't trust that day Monday, Monday
You will lose it in your gym class If you wait 'til noon to eat Back when the Chess Club Said our eggs were soft Every Monday he'd say grace And hold
you and I love you And I will never place anyone above you Said I thank you and I love you And I will never ever place no one above you You have given
you try, less you succeed Don?t try at all and get everything you need ?Cause the harder you fall, more it?s gon? bleed Watch where you steppin? ?Cause you
himself You still like to stick with the bunch You'd rather tag along at the back of the crowd To risk anything on a hunch That's what keeps you alive
way ticket on an airline made of snow Did you say you saw your good friend flyin' low? Flyin' low, dyin' slow You say it was this morning when you last
freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning America how are you? See, don't you know me I'm your native
4) who you know gon love you more than i do (ohh , ohh) who you know protect you like i do who you know stay with you through thick & thin you were
English gets you asks you "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside You've got permission, you
these blues Last night I slept with my boots on again One cut on my forehead one on my chin On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up with You
bar she's quiet the country singer she'll go cat fishing skinny dipping at the drop of a cowboy hat she ain't too good for that In a Monday morning meeting
With the bailiffs and the glass It's a kick in the head and a prison bed And you tell me it's the law The court comes up on a Monday morning And Davey
afternoon we go up to john's with a lot of beer in time to watch the simpsons - it was a real Quite moving at the end and to tell you the truth my eyes