Mondays Testo

Testo Mondays

You don't hate Mondays, you hate getting fucked in the tits
I was an artist before I became this
Can you believe
I used to do this for free?

I want your money, I want your power
I want the choice to get out of this town
Nowhere to go
You can't build nothing on unknowns
I've got a house and a family to raise
Don't grow on trees so it won't grow on praise
If you believe
Pull out your pockets for me

I'll tip my hat to the ground where I stand
I'll beg for scraps from some kind-hearted man
Can you believe
That I used to suck dick for free?

You don't hate Mondays, you hate getting fucked in the tits
I was an artist before I became this
Can you believe
That I used to suck dick for free?

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