Chef Byer - Monday Night lyrics

Hook: Got one thing right Sipping little juice up on a Monday night I was gonna write something for radio to play But f** it, all I had to say was love me because I'm real Yeah, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me Just love me because I'm real Yeah, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me Just love me because I'm real [Sonreal] O'Ten I had a thought What if I say this sh** that they don't ever talk What if I move in a way that they never move That could open up a door to something they can never knock My man said don't walk when they tell you march Cause if you do, then they'll never tell you apart And plus, you don't move like them anyway, do your thing, boy , yea go ahead and sang Boy, and let them f**ing haters playing, boy Cause you know the static just gonna generate a prank, boy Teleprompters in the black booth, got these uptight dudes tryna act loose Rat poison in the bird feeder, look appealing to a third wheeler And you can follow but following only get you as far as the last follower followed behind a leader That's why I don't change on a meter, just stand a bit longer and make sure I don't get towed Cause if you came here to dance you gotta stay on your toes Tomorrow's always been something that today will never know So when they say that I'll blow I never say that I know I just keep that sh** a secret like I don't wanna tell 'em if they don't believe me And I've been an open book when I was there, hard to win it No, no, no Hook: [Kardinal Offishall] Love me because I never f**ing fronted I'm sorry for cursing But I feel strong as a person that wished too many recursions n***as still soul searching on a secular device n***as still saying yolo, carved in air, will live twice This is far from a disk, keep your rumors to yourself Drake wrote the book, Kardinal built the shelf Socrates built the library, then he built the school People in Toronto are nervous about tools Cause the police are k**ing us dead with no apology The future is yours, shine bright, no astrology We slaves to technology I'm Kunta Kinte discovering Deuteronomy Heart's too big for your limited cardiology What would you rather? A hundred dollars or honesty? How many times I gotta sell you, n***a, honestly Questioning my name you get k**ed for curiosity Repping out north body to mind constantly Competition is commonly seen as comedy I wanna be better but I'm far from wannabe child prodigy Too ill for modesty, dancing in the street with 2Pac choreography Spitting on a camera or read in a Bible audibly Richie, pa** that Henney, let's toast to the real I'm kind of a big deal on my coast Hook: Can you give me something to believe in? One thing, anything Can you give me something to believe in? One thing, anything If our eyes are open they can't tell us what we can't see And if we stop for motion They can't tell us what we can be I'm singing oh, oh, oh Can't blame it on the alcohol Like oh, oh, oh Can't blame it on the alcohol Type iguana piper, got that flame without a lighter Waking up tomorrow night is bumping the f**ing Foo Fighters I'll probably face an indictment, k**ing everything I'm writing My old sh** wasn't like it, but my new sh** got him typing Wow You are c oo l, f** running a train, I'll f**ing derail How the f** he write the songs with so much f**ing detail I just on my retail, all I do is be real, hold up Hook: