Monday, Wednesday, Friday
I’m always making music
Music, music
Everyday like (x2)

Monday to Friday, Saturday to Sunday
I’m writing, a runaway, and a plane to fly away in
Meet me in the clouds, if you can find a way in
But I’m not out the door, I chose to stay in
Writing with a fist, and a sketching with my spit
Acidic on papyrus, sitting with the flyest
Sipping on the driest, chalice never seen a drop
Liquid in defiance, this is what it looks like
When a day dream gets appliance, saying what a need
And the user made compliance, taking what I want
This music made for pirates, make you walk the plank
Surrounding pupils I’m an iris, they were nearly non exisitant
Feeding on a virus, but now look at em all
Dilated, am I making, a little bit of sense yet
Can’t just give innocence and get, written check for respect
Gotta put in that work, gotta give all that sweat, like

It’s two dollar Tuesday, and I’m stayin’ in for the music
When blaze on the path gotta make sure them shoes fit
No, matter the time within the day light or night
My, pen and paper pad, well they stay by my side
I’m, paid by the line, time and time again yo
We up in the building even climbing through the window
Just to see what the fuss about, lovin the drought
But here come the clouds make it, rain on down
Cause these ain’t about that, same old route
That, they follow, watch the flame burn out
While we up on the mountain top, around the clock
Rock steady to the bepop from down the block
About that life, the drive on a road that bends
Internal, fire, ignite the wick and both end
We had foresight with sensible movements
And always makin’ music, cause that’s what we do kid

Monday, Wednesday, Friday
I’m always making music
Music, music
Everyday like (x2)
(everyday like)

Monday to Sunday, Sunday to Saturday
Day made, a night owl, from sleep I ran away
Day in, and day out, it’s pillows that I blame
But it’s music in my brain, playing me insane
An orchestra of words orchestrated by the morning birds
Coordinated by a mid-night oil re-serve
Spilling into an ocean of the mattress
Who can sleep in suffocating madness
And I often learn it’s ignited by my toss turn
And salvation rests just a crawl across the burn
Digging elbows and knees into embers I fight
..Pushing so hard, gravity gives in to flight
Wings spread from the bed with every feather I write
...and this is in my head, but I sweat like it’s right
In front me, hauntin’ me, laughing at what I wanna be
But it’s gonna be reality eventually because

Monday, Wednesday, Friday
I’m always making music
Music, music
Everyday like
(x2)