Monday Marathon Lyrics by Headie One
It was really hard for me to explain this morning
I was like, I was telling myself I’m so stupid
Why I’m playing this kind of game
Why the hell, who the hell am I thinking that I want to run a marathon?
When I was thinking how I decide this, I was so manic
You know, I never cry, I was crying this morning
Why I put this thing for myself? Why I say I’m going to run a marathon?
Monday Marathon music
Silver, gold, platinum music
Shooters in front of the cameraman music
Spotify, Apple, Amazon music
I’m still gonna diss up my man and my music
Dancing, BBC and Capitol music
Bro told me, ho, platinum road
I see niggas done come then go
Oliver Twist, I was wantin’ more
Executives tellin’ me to chain my flow
That’s like tryna tell me to chain my grub
Back when I was patternin’ Basingstoke
Stay spittin’ crack on the same old, ah
Stay spittin’ crack on the same old stove
It’s Monday, marathon music
Silver, gold, platinum music
Shooters in front of the cameraman music
Spotify, Apple, Amazon music
I’m still gonna diss up my man and my music
Dancing, BBC and Capitol music
Bro told me, ho, platinum road
I suggest platinum music
Rochambe, man, no, we don’t stone looky
If you from the O, then you scream free Doogie
The young boy’s silly when the band up bully
But it’s still free Specs and the rest up Dully
I’m feeling like Asco, so I come from the field and I got my mulli
I was a juvie, but in a two-series like Dwayne and Sully (So, so, so)
She say, blooded up sukey
It was I and drip, but he left in stitches
We made Louie collab with Chewie
I had a Pyrex bowl in the kitchen, beef I caught with Rocky
Two boots and a four-door, made her play footsie
All of my hammers coming back for Chewie
Niggas done come then go
Oliver Twist I was wantin’ more
Executives tellin’ me to chain my flow
That’s like tryna tell me to chain my grub
Back when I was patternin’ Basingstoke
Stay spittin’ crack on the same old, ah
Stay spittin ‘crack on the same old stove
I don’t think I can ever earn a name of all
It’s Monday, marathon music
Silver, gold, platinum music
Shooters in front of the cameraman music
Spotify, Apple, Amazon music
I’m still gonna diss up my man and my music
Dancing, BBC and Capitol music
Bro told me, ho, platinum road
I suggest platinum music
I’m on a money run, I don’t want wahala
A long distance, one Mo Farah
Right through the fire,rain and thunder
There’s no excuses being a judge
Have you ever had Rostlersburg in a bando?
What you turn caviar pasta?
Ever sat in a T with a two and a bit?
Wrapped it faster than Ludacris
I ain’t dissin’ on TP
They shit, they get shot like ginger and turmeric
And I’m still gettin’ tight like I’m new to this
I chew the 4×4 like it’s Tarzan, swingin’through the sticks
Why would I pick? I got one on an Infinity mixed to the Cuban link
It’s Monday, marathon music
Silver, gold, platinum music
Shooters in front of the cameraman
Bro told me, ho, platinum road
