Monday

[Intro: Johnny Venus & Doctur Dot]

"Every day is the last day. Yeah, you get up... uh, 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 thing you know, it's next week, and all you do is think about work."

Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

We (We, we)

Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

We (We, we)

(Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

(A hundred-fifty with the kiddies on the school-school-school-school-school)

We (We, we) (These niggas [?], niggas [?])

(It's Friday mornin')

Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

(A hundred-fifty with the school-school-school-school-school)

We (We, we)

[Chorus: EARTHGANG & Johnny Venus]

It's Friday mornin'

A hundred-fifty with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody yawnin'

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 hundred-fifty with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it

Don't know what I'm on to

But something's shoutin' (Yuh) it's telling me

"We can't stay here," everybody's goners (Everybody's goners)

[Verse 1: Johnny Venus & Doctur Dot]

Another three-sixty, another twenty-four

Another revolution, think the Earth mimicking me

Finding more similarities with cosmic energy

The morning vis à vis with the joint increasing 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, (Gone, gone) back to this old J-O-B (Gone, gone)

I wonderin' why my papa put me on this turning thing (Gone, gone, gone, gone)

Or while I'm ponderin' life, let me go get this burner clean (Gone, gone, gone, gone)

The babies will be up sooner you think, with hunger pains (Gone, gone, gone, gone)

So how’s it, how’s it, how’s it, how's that everybody who was here this time last year ain’t make it this time around? So say (So say, so say)

Thanks

Biggie, and you got's to hurry now, you only got T-minus fifteen 'fore it's back into the wild

The snakes are nipping at ya feet, might even peep a sheep howl

I'm banging on the hoods of trains and trash cans just to catch the beat (Catch the beat, 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 ya hair like that home perm kits

See, I'm been in the crew [?], but ain't got 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 just watchin' on us

[Chorus: Johnny Venus & Doctur Dot]

It's Friday mornin'

A hundred-fifty with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody yawnin'

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 hundred-fifty 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 telling me (Woop, woop, woop)

"We can't stay here," everybody's goners

[Verse 2: Doctur Dot]

Well, I hope your hatin' ass smell the smoke before the phoenix walk in

My bloodstream; full of burning leaves

Touch screen for the birds and bees, get my options up (Gone, gone, gone, gone)

We love to trap the thirst but hate who might be watching us

Sacrifices offered up

Wifing is the alternate to nuttin' off in all the sluts (Gone, gone, gone, gone)

They love whoever they around, but probably fucking all of us

Listen close, hear a nigga ego fall to pieces (Gone, gone, gone, gone)

Bitch, put something on ya feet and get to sweepin'

Ask me do I understand, I say, "Bitch, do you capiche?"

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 ya feature?"

Nigga, I'm my fucking feature (I'm my fucking feature)

Who the fuck are you to me?

Remember knuckles used to be the tool of choice

As little boys, we used to use 'em just to prove that we was man enough, no matter what the damage was

She dancing on the dick, she even let me use the camera

And everything was cool until they kicked us outta Canada

[Chorus: EARTHGANG & Mac Miller]

It's Friday mornin'

A hundred-fifty with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody yawnin'

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 hundred-fifty 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 telling me

"We can't stay here," everybody's goners (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Mac Miller & Doctur Dot]

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

Best finagle the bagel, ready, willin', and able

Fillin' your cable with destructions, spontaneous combustion (Gone, gone, gone, gone)

Alien abduction, plus what the fucks in, platinum plus rappers (Gone, gone, gone, gone)

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 (Gone, gone, gone, gone)

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, yeah

[Chorus: EARTHGANG]

It's Friday mornin'

A hundred-fifty with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody yawnin'

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 hundred-fifty 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 telling me

"We can't stay here," everybody's goners (Everybody's goners)

[Outro: Doctur Dot]

Gone, gone, gone, gone

Gone, gone, gone, gone

Gone, gone, gone, gone

(Gone, gone, gone, gone)