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arthur ray - monday morning [c. 2013] lyrics

[verse: college smart]
i’m sick of feeling depressed, from all these long weekends
my life’s a f-cking mess, and can’t n-body clean it
that would be too easy, all the money i’m reaping
devil must be teasing, find it harder to keep it
keep on adding bills, catch up on ’em one day
beyond my means still, and they wonder why i’m frustrated
i like my job but this office space is mundane
and everyone around me has got a case of the mondays
my mom went and told her family i’ve been working hard
they’re having a party and they insist i be a part
heard they wanna bring me to church to show me off
well where the f-ck were y’all when i was being criminally charged?
judges bend the rules, see my suit and get confused
tell me this the last time, pay the fine to pay my dues
more court costs, is anybody keeping tally?
at this point, why do they feel the need to tax me?
take my salary, pull me over and cite me
asking about my record, i know he wanna indict me
same cop i saw, always scheming at the bar
with them under age girls, buy em drinks and cart ‘em off
yo, where’s your wife dawg?
he must be mad when he see me laugh it off like i do
yo, where’s your life dawg?
i should be glad i ain’t a hatin’ motherf-cker like you
‘cause between me and you, you’re just another dude
who wasn’t supposed to shoot, but knew he could bend the rules
it was too easy…
and i’m another voice of reason, for those who couldn’t breathe
to see arrests of on peers, like a breath of fresh air
like we got a billion people marching to the bench without fear
and for the rest of the year, may all the stress disappear
and f-ck a rapper who be talking about it just get theirs
see everybody keep it real, if you believe what’s in their songs
but only one can’t be the realest, so who the f-ck are y’all?
wonder if y’all want me to be like drizzy or kendrick
but i’m happy being me, and believe me i’m far from finished
i’ve been working so hard, i know that i’ma get it
ain’t n-body paid for shit, i handle my own expenses
to those who try to humble me, trust me, i been trying
maybe i’m too immature, i need a little time
but my father taught me honesty, i say what’s on my mind
so if i ever say i ain’t the best i’ll feel i be lying
so shout out to my dudes, the few left on my team
my clique is getting smaller but our future’s looking green
and to all of those on itunes who don’t want it for free
thank you for your dollar towards my million dollar dream
i gave up with my exes to settle down for y’all
the only people i know who still love me for my faults
my last mixtape was just some convoluted thoughts
if i offended anybody, take it with a grain of salt
to all my newly singles, trust i know it’s hard
this music that i make is how i deal with all my scars
it’s hard to keep it real when you’re feeling torn apart
so this right here is my salute to all the broken hearts
salute, keep your head up and grind with me
there’s a reason i been telling y’all it’s ride or die with me

- arthur ray lyrics

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