rob riley – mondaze lyrics
[intro]
god dammit wheres the?? dammit
wheres the alarm?
i’m waking up, i’m up, i’m up
stupid b-tton… can’t even
argh i gotta…
i should’ve just set it from my phone
this is ridiculous!
[verse 1]
great! another f-cking monday, which spells work
worked thought the weekend, meaning i got jerked
now dragging my feet somewhere i don’t wanna be
they’ll be plenty h-ll to pay and feelings to hurt
let’s start with the manager, hoe i don’t like you
always so f-cking happy you d-mn [explicit] you
if i had a rope, i’d d-mn sure tie you
to an suv and leave it in drive too
i wanna die ooooh caught some z’s round 3
after choking it to oiled big black booties
coffee gives me the bg’s, bubble guts
and i’m gaggin’ myself but nothings coming up
f-ck the what, trying to fake it hiding out
in the employee bathroom like “how i’m a clock out?”
that’s it, i march back in that office
all loud, rowdy roddy piper style trying to start sh-t
[hook]
work work work work work work work
all i know is
work work work work work work work
all i do is
work work work work work work work
all i know is
work work work work work work work
[verse 2]
no one cares, phones ringing everywhere
giving me migraines so i’m up outta there
downed a water from the fridge, doused my eyes
to make it appear as if i’d been crying
the manager asked me “hey, you okay?”
no, i ate some crab chips and i’m allergic to old bay
she gave me a few of her benadryl tablets
then sent me on my merry motherf-cking way
(feel better)
anxious, tempted to take it, i fake it
laying my head on the desk complaining, complaining
daydreaming about an escape with
cherokee d’-ss and skyy black -ss naked
okay then, what am i saying, i didn’t take ’em
yet i’m hallucinating clear as the day comes
great! lunch! now i’m a heat up my steak ums
and ride it out, like a hoe who fake comes
[hook]
work work work work work work work
all i know is
work work work work work work work
all i do is
work work work work work work work
all i know is
work work work work work work work
[verse 3]
every question i’m thrown, i fake dumb
like i don’t hear nothing over playing drums
they’ll get the point, maybe some
or i’ll in turn make enemies of everyone
“that guys an -sshole” yeah so is ya momma
a swift middle finger will k!ll all that drama
put in my ear buds, pretend works fun
supervisors do d-ck, i’ve got folks under
me who can do better than i ever did
depressed, rethinking taking that benadryl
downhill, until the thought of my daughters
not starving because of food that i helped brought ’em
with the hours i get here, i’m regressing
sh-t we lucky to have made it through a f-cking recession
it’s a sick blessing, i could be driving a beat up hyundai
but i ain’t, thank god for mondays
yeah
[manager]
i was not telling you bullsh-t, i was being civil
[customer]
..when you were busy cleaning the counter
and your man sold me the phone
and his lazy fat -ss didn’t wanna take the time
[manager]
now you being disrespectful, now you being disrespectful
[customer]
he wanted to go to lunch, all he kept sayin’ was
[manager]
alright, now….now
[customer]
i wanna go to lunch, i’m hungry
you wanna go there? we can go there!
[manager]
we don’t go to lunch here, we don’t go to lunch here
[customer]
i worked in retail for 12 years!
i have trained people in retail….
and this is some f-cking bullsh-t!
[manager]
and this is how you act?
[customer]
that’s right ’cause this is some f-cking bullsh-t
[manager]
i hope he takes all day
[customer]
i have never encountered customer service the way i have..
[customer 2]
miss you joe as sh-t cous’
[customer]
when i moved to philadelphia! never!
[manager]
and guess what, i ain’t giving you no money back
[customer]
you know what?
[manager]
so go to southwest…
[customer]
i want my money back right now!
[manager]
you ain’t getting sh-t, i’m the manager…i’m the manager!
i run this, you can sit there ’til your face turns blue
you ain’t gettin’ a thing!
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