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letra de swem - sly desilva

[intro]
smoke weed every monday
and you know that we smoke weed every monday
every monday
every monday

[verse 1]
sour diesel, bubblegum, purple, og
but f-ck that weed, we be smoking bc
sipping oe with the f-cking cronies
plotting how to get my hands on some mo’ monies
sly desilva blowing up like wahhabism
smoking blunts, taking funds, that’s my religion
got the weed in my system, but i never go to prison
and i don’t get shot by cops that’s set tripping
’cause i’m rich and i’m white so reefer madness don’t apply
even though it’s me that gots the hard drug supply
and i send it to the kids so they gets arrested
while i roll one for my prison system investments
i gets so high that i don’t come down
keeping on repeat, flatbush zombies, danny brown
smoking blunt after blunt of that palm trees
this honkey is blazing pounds and pounds
when monday coming round

[hook]
smoke weed every monday
and you know that we smoke weed every monday
ay, ay, ay, ay
every monday
ay, ay, ay
every monday
smoke weed every monday
and you know that we smoke weed every monday
ay, ay, ay, ay
every monday
ay, ay, ay

[verse 2]
sly, i am, i smoke green eggs and ham
and i do it on monday, word to uncle sam
would i smoke ’em with a fox?
would i smoke ’em in a box?
answer the same to both – if they hot, why not?
get you scarred like harry pot, smoking on that cali pot
judas in your crew doing you like “for the watch!”
jon snow knows nothing, i know lots
if you f-cking with my money then you finna get got
now i’m booked on fraud so i’m chilling with the judge
two cops and six hookers at the country club
scheming ways to get more black kids doing drugs
p-ss the blunt, case dropped like the bodies of thugs
then i roll down bay while i’m getting mo’ blazed
getting mo’ money, getting mo’ paid
what can i say?
it’s just a regular monday, i light it up
stack the paper up, and don’t give a motherf-ck

[verse 3]
nancy said “just say “no” to drugs”
but her husband pushed crack and made school board cuts
so what the f-ck you expecting but more of that product
f-ck phonics, little kids is getting hooked on narcotics
and me?
i get my profits up, while i blaze the chronic up
feeling all demonic while i’m sipping gin and tonic
filling prisons like my pockets, and thanks to reaganomics
it don’t have to go around, ’cause the wealth will trickle down
nope
you’d have a better shot indicting a cop
you’d have a lot more luck making the drug war stop
i’m getting paper, ask your motherf-cking neighbours
whose homes got foreclosed ’cause of wall street failure
predatory loans left economic craters
that’s bigger than the blunts i’m smoking to get faded
and i take it like a champ, but sometimes it gets away
why you think the stock market always crashes on monday?

[outro]
every monday

- sly desilva

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