Mondays Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I keep binging murder mysteries until 3 AM, babe
Got this left over marinara drippin' down my face
Got my CBD and whiskey, bumble, raya, CH
I know it could be way worse, I'm so ungrateful it hurts

[Chorus]
But, baby, I miss Mondays
Strangers with the handshakes
Bodegas and small chains
Festivals and first dates
Miss them sloppy make outs
At the club with the lights out
Don't know where I go now
Pack the car and roll out

[Post-Chorus]
'Cause I can't sleep without the Nyquil
And these texts all full of typos
And these four walls making me psycho, ayy
[Verse 2]
I need some rich people problems
I need to call up my driver
Tell 'em go pick up my friends, we all flyin' private
To some Caribbean island or a tropical paradise
Don't wanna close my eyes

[Chorus]
But, baby, I miss Mondays
Strangers with the handshakes
Bodegas and small chains
Festivals and first dates
Miss them sloppy make outs
At the club with the lights out
Don't know where I go now
Pack the car and roll out

[Post-Chorus]
'Cause I can't sleep without the Nyquil
And these texts all full of typos
And these four walls making me psycho, oh

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