Intro:

Monday's looking pretty bleak

Verse 1:

Two thirds of the week, on no sleep

Cos I never had a jeep, and my mum works late every eve

Monday looking kinda bleak, I don't want my zoot to finish

Night and day doing black British, now I need a fresh trim for the image, yeah

I told her girl you can't come to my yard

That's where I do my thinking, plots on quests from West

Adventures of Tintin like, you just got a lease on my heart

My mental shifted, the day I clocked that nobodies listening

They're just predicting, like pundits, on Sky

Underestimated that's fine, should've never give me a reason

Sweep three games in a row like Klopp the beginning of the season

You ain't got to pledge your allegiance but, if it ain't love that's scam

Like Moura starting the final on bench like he's one of the fans

I can tell you he's not my friend cos he chats like say I don't know who I am

Haha haha, you're jokes man, that's cool

On to the next like days at school, many a moon

HOOK:

I know when the stars, align

Everything will be fine

I don't need a gun to know the devil is a lie

I, quell it from within every-time I feel it, rise (and again)

I know when the stars, align

Everything will be fine, alright

I don't need a gun to know the devil is lie

I, quell it from within every-time I feel it, rise

VERSE 2:

Yeah, Yeah, I spent (what)

Two thirds of the week, on no sleep

Cos I never flew business (business), neck riddled with stiffness

Yeah, you ain't got to tell me that something ain't right

I feel good when I buy new Nike's, convince myself it ain't part of the hype

I need these ones for "shuckin an jives"

Never twist me with one of them guys

Yes, the ego loves Pride, like rainbows all of July

Jesus. Gimme one more verse or chapter

Let me know why the mind so scatter

I'm looking at Boris like where does this leave us