Watsky - 4AM Monday lyrics

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Watsky - 4AM Monday lyrics

I know why they call them labels because you have to fit a label now to fit a label But If I'm a p**y, then I guess I did my kegels I got it on lox, I'll bring the bagels It kind of feels like middle school again when they call I think the majors can't quite decide if I'll come play ball If I can make them money If I can dumb my sh** down enough Or do the dance I think it's kind of funny They might be right, I'm shaped different like Toblerone I turned down a quarter mill to pitch a mobile phone 'Cause I believed that I can be more and walked away And left my hand up in the air like I just shot the j White rappers only make if we talk like stars Hit the A-list 'Cause you puffed on Ls And dropped your Rs Let's pull some video out of 5th grade pageant And compare the way you talked then to how you're rapping You think you sound the same Or that you picked up the way to be real in somewhere TV-land along the way? If I just get 15 minutes I'm gonna stay myself And when that 16th minute comes then I won't hate myself Maybe I'll never get signed I'll f**ing flatline But nobody gets to raise a banner during halftime Win or lose I always choose myself and I place a bid And make the same face on every play like Jason Kid It's almost 4am Monday in my room again Got a crazy vision of a dream escaping from my pen I'll be swinging going down f** that noise, No way no how You're listening to this song But I'm working on the next one now If my goals are odd I take it as a challenge people seem confused by how I hope to use my talents Could he be weird Al, could he be Jimmie Fallon? I tell them to imagine Mos Def meets Woodie Allen haters give me balance. Every Kyle's got a Cartman I know how failure tastes I drink it straight from the carton I always keep a gallon in the fridge at my apartment to remind me how it feels to drop the ball like Stevie Bartman Believe me I want to achieve it all by being me It's too easy to be cheesy on TV or DVD I'm seeking to sneak in, but I'm weeping when I peep the scene 'Cause I'm knee-deep in it and need a TP roll to keep it clean I'm digging for a deeper meaning 'cause beneath this skin is a beating the temperamental heaving heart of gentle heathen If you deceive us, homie that's so sad I'll get more agro than the Aggro Crag I'm Bony Bony leave me aloney you know me well don't dwell on that Jabroni just 'cause that baloney sells His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells I want to flow holy like matrimony bells It's almost 4am Monday in my room again Got a crazy vision of a dream escaping from my pen I'll be swinging going down f** that noise, No way no how You're listening to this song But I'm working on the next one now

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