Lyrics Watsky – 4AM Monday
Text:
Verse 1
I know why they call them labels
because you have to fit a label now to fit a label
But If I’m a pussy, then I guess I did my kegels
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 shit 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 fucking 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
Chorus
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
Fuck that noise, No way no how
You’re listening to this song
But I’m working on the next one now
Verse 2
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
Chorus
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
Fuck that noise, No way no how
You’re listening to this song
But I’m working on the next one now
Album
Watsky – A New Kind Of Sexy
