Letras
Uh, I told my baby it's my time of the month
I get paid eight days a week, I like having fun
I like to grind down to the bone
Light up the dome on my phone
Really won't leave it alone
Until my time is up
I need them commas up
Workaholics in my blood
It's my time of the month
Yeah, it's my time of the month
Yeah, it's my time of the month
Yeah, it's my time of the month
Yeah, it's my time of the month
Time of the
I'm a workaholic everyday, boy, I'm tryna relapse
Bitch, I can't relax
Really can't be mad
If it's a fact, it ain't a brag
If it's a track, I'm in my bag
Do I take care of myself? Barely
Drinkin' like three Celsius daily
Shouldn't even be here like I'm Israeli
Ain't we colonizers all kinda the same?
We try to deny it
But we got that funky little bug in our brain
Like fuck you, bitch, give it to me
Whether it's revolution or new shoes, we all one and the same
Yeah, we all one and the same
If I don't do it to you, then you gon' do it to me
God, please take me outta my pain
Like can I just get a little break?
I really been workin' and workin' and workin'
And workin' and workin' and workin' and workin'
Until my mind hurt go away
God, what is my purpose today?
Uh, I told my baby it's my time of the month
I get paid eight days a week, I like having fun
I like to grind down to the bone
Light up the dome on my phone
Really won't leave it alone
Until my
Back to work
Crawling up outta my back
Outta go, outta go, count it up
Hold me accountable, mountain of molehills, I made it surmountable
Surrounded by nothing but self-judgment
Sword of a sharper, but can't cut it
Fuck up myself, bitch, I can't cut it
All of my friends, they are doing the most