Monday

When it all started I was lying in my bed

Counting all the sheep, bleep flying through my head

Snowing in my deep sleep, jumping on the stage

Rhyming to this mean beat then it stopped

And the crowd started yelling beep beep

Then I woke up, colder than a snow cone

Late for my job, thinking pull a no show

Dude on my right shoulder's like "nah don't go"

Nerd on my left's like "gotta get the dough bro"

Sure bro you're right, but I'd rather have a doze though

Yeah but what about the bill for the home phone

Yeah but what about the boss he's a homo

He makes you work all day without a fucking smoko

Ah fuck, gotta get the dough though

Tryna put my album out and I ain't signed to Stones Throw

So I guess I gotta work until I got my own show

Watch the whole day go by in slow mo

This that everyday (everyday)

Same old shit (same old shit)

This that everyday (everyday)

Same old boring, same old shit

Everyday (everyday)

Same old shit (same old shit)

This that everyday

Shit that happens to me everyday

Yeah if you could mate, put these rubbish bags out on the back dock

And grab that mop mate, you missed this here back spot

Top chap Scott (Yeah up the crack boss)

What was that? (Sweet as boss)

(You fat cock)

Oh great mate, anybody wanna clean the back slot?

Lock the gate mate, here's the code for the padlock

Padlock? Flat screen plus laptop

Plus black hoodie equals ka-ching jackpot

All I gotta do is get a car and a ski mask

I already know where that cunt put the key card

And there's more squid in the safe than at CMOT

So when I'm done I could probably build a theme park

And get a jet plane for me and my sweetheart

Plus a mozz, or the 'burbs that'll be mean hard

Oh shit I forgot the security guard

I guess I gotta keep working for this retard

This that everyday (everyday)

Same old shit (same old shit)