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letra de monday - home brew

[verse 1: tom]
when it all started i was lying in my bed
counting all the sheep leap, flying through my head
snoring in my deep sleep, jumping on the stage
rhyming to this mean beat, then it stopped
and the crowd started yelling ‘beep beep’
then i woke up (huh?), colder then a snow cone
late for my job, think i’ll pull a no-show
dude on my right shoulder’s like “nah don’t go”
nerd on my left’s like “you gotta get the dough bro”
chur bro you’re right, but i’d rather have a doze though
“yeah but, what about the bill for the home-phone?”
“yeah but, what about the boss he’s a h0m-
he makes you work all day without a f-cking smoko?”
oh f-ck, gotta get the dough though
tryna put my album out and i ain’t signed a stones throw
so i guess i gotta work until i get my own show
and watch the whole day go by, it just that

[hook]
every day (every day)
same old sh-t (same old sh-t)
its that every day (every day)
same old boring, same old sh-t
every day (every day)
same old sh-t (same old sh-t)
its that every day, sh-t that happens to me every day

[verse 2: tom]
“hey if you could mate” (what?)
“put these rubbish bags out on the back dock and
grab that mop mate, you missed this here black spot
top chap scott!”
“yeah, up your crack boss”
“now what was that?”
“sweet as boss!.. you fat c-ck”
“oh great mate, anybody wanna clean the-”
“bags not”
“lock the gate mate, here’s the code for the pad-lock”
“pad-lock?!”
flat screen plus laptop
plus black hoodie equals ka-ching jackpot
all i gotta do is get a car and a ski mask
i already know where the c-nt put the key-card
and there’s more squid in his safe than at sea mart
so when i’m done i can probably build a theme park
then get a jet-plane for me and my sweet heart
plus some ‘0’s for the bro’s, that’ll be mean hot
oh sh-t, i forgot the security guard
i guess i gotta keep working for this r-t-rd (it’s that)

[hook]

[verse 3: tom]
the day finished and i raced home
quicker than a red-cross first-aid
clothes looking dirtier than girls at the bird cage
walked through the door looking like i seen a mermaid
dinner on the table for me like it was my birthday
“hey how was work babe?”
“haha f-cking awesome!”
“awesome”
“oh no it was awful, i mean the sauces
nah i was bored stiff, had no one to talk with
but i pulled a couple mean dougheys on the forklift, but
how was your day?”
“oh, it was okay
thanks for asking, hey
do me up some o.j?”
“oh shucks, that was dope babe”
“oh i’ll wash, you dry”
“oh what a do-the-dishes-even-though-you-cook-the-food guy
just sit down babe, chill let the time go.”
“but what about the- (dishes)..”
“yeah yeah yeah, they can dry though”
then we watched some t.v, had a cup of milo
then let the night go, without me shouting like a psycho
and there wasn’t no one giving orders like a manager
no one looking through my texts like ‘who’s pamela?’
i was on top of sh-t. like canada
turn the lights off, cross monday off the calendar..
night night..

[hook]

- home brew

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