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damag3 - tim3 of da month lyrics

[intro chorus: damag3]
(unhh)
i told my baby it’s my time of the month (it’s my time of the month)
i get paid eight days a week, i don’t like having fun (i don’t like having fun)
i like to grind down to the bone
write off the dome on my phone
really won’t leave it alone
until my time is up (until my time is up)
i need them commas up (i need them commas!)
workaholics in my blood, it’s my time of the month (shoutout my mama!)
yah it’s my time of the month
yah it’s my time of the month
yah it’s my time of the month
yah it’s my time of the month

[verse 1: damag3]
look, i’ma workaholic
every day, boy, i’m tryna relapse (relapse)
b+tch i can’t relax (nah)
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
drinking like 3 celsius daily (yeeesh)
shouldn’t even be here, like i’m israeli
ain’t we colonizers all kinda the same?
we try to deny it (“nah i ain’t like that”)
but we got that f+cky lil’ bug in our brain
like “f+ck you, b+tch, give it to me!”
whether it’s revolution or new shoes, we all want it the same
yah we all one and the same
if i don’t do it to you (if i don’t do it to you)
then you gone do it to me (then you gone do it to me)
god, please take me out of my pain
like, can i just get a lil’ break?
i really been working and working and working and working and working and working and working
until all my hurt go away
god, what is my purpose today?
[chorus: damag3]
(unhh)
i told my baby it’s my time of the month (it’s my time of the month)
i get paid eight days a week, i don’t like having fun (i don’t like having fun)
i like to grind down to the bone
write off the dome on my phone
really won’t leave it alone
until my++(back to work)

[verse 2: damag3]
craving that pat on my back
“attagirl, attagirl”
count it up, hold me accountable
mountain of molehills i made insurmountable
surrounded by nothing but self+judgement
sword ever+sharpen but can’t cut it
f+cking myself, b+tch i can’t cuck it
all of my friends say i’m doing the most, but it ain’t feel like nothing to me
i’ma just keep it a bean
i ain’t as confident as i seem
i got problems that i’m tryna kick
i got promises i’m tryna keep
i got problems with your work ethic, if you telling me i should sleep
when i been daydreaming all+day
wondering “one day will i get a ring?”
[outro: damag3]
wake the f+ck up it’s my++
time of the month
time of the month
time of the, time of the, time of the month (time of the month!)
time of the month
top of the morning, b+tch
time of the month
time of the month
time of the, time of the, time of the month (time of the month!)
time of the month
wake the f+ck up it’s my++
time of the month
time of the month
time of the, time of the, time of the month (time of the month!)
time of the month
top of the morning, b+tch
time of the month
time of the month
time of the, time of the, time of the month (time of the month!)
time of the month
top of the morning, b+tch

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