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EVERY DAY'S A MOOD lyrics
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Intro
Sunday nights got a long shadow creepin' Monday's got a list, and it ain't even speakin' Saturday's too loud, still hear the bass from last week I'm just the intro, but I see the way the whole cycle works, it's pretty bleak.
Verse 1
I’m the first one up, you see the stress on my face Got no time for no vibes, no time to waste Tuesday got it easy, just coasting on my pace Wednesday's in the middle, still stuck in the race I hear Friday laughin', talkin’ ‘bout “chill, take a break” But he just a fake-out, know he still got work to make I’m the true grind, the cold splash in the lake And I watch 'em all from the bottom, knowin' I'm the one they hate.
Pre-chorus
They all fake-smile, pretendin' they friends But I see the schedule, know how it bends They all got they own drama, their secrets and their ends And I’m just tryna make it to the weekend's defense.
Chorus
Every day's a mood, another face in the grid Talkin' behind calendars, with secrets they've hid From the Monday storm, to the Friday high they slid It’s a whole damn week, and we all just a kid We ain’t friends, we just stuck in the rhythm they bid And I'm just here to tell you what they really did.
Verse 2
Middle of the pack, they say I’m a hump But I’m the eye of the storm, the steady-footed bump I see Tuesday’s exhaustion, that post-Monday slump I see Thursday already tryna jump To Friday’s parade, like he’s got the keys But Friday’s got meetings, he’s still not at ease I’m the true neutral, just doin’ what I please Makin' progress where the others just freeze.
Chorus
Every day's a mood, another face in the grid Talkin' behind calendars, with secrets they've hid From the Monday storm, to the Friday high they slid It’s a whole damn week, and we all just a kid We ain’t friends, we just stuck in the rhythm they bid And I'm just here to tell you what they really did.
Bridge
I'm the light at the end, the sun they all chase They think I'm carefree, just floatin' in space But that pressure to perform, man, it’s a tight race Gotta live up to the hype, find a new grace And I don’t trust Saturday, too much noise, too much rush He makes promises Sunday can't follow, it’s a total hush Then Monday shows up, with that same old bitter crush I'm just a concept, watchin' my own legend get crushed.
Chorus
Every day's a mood, another face in the grid Talkin' behind calendars, with secrets they've hid From the Monday storm, to the Friday high they slid It’s a whole damn week, and we all just a kid We ain’t friends, we just stuck in the rhythm they bid And I'm just here to tell you what they really did.
Outro
Now the track is endin', the Sunday night fade Heard Tuesday and Wednesday still screamin' they made No progress, no progress, the promises they played Same grind, same cycle, the same old masquerade Just me and the static, listenin' to the loop they laid.
Inside the recording
Sunday nights got a long shadow creepin' Monday's got a list, and it ain't even speakin'
They all fake-smile, pretendin' they friends But I see the schedule, know how it bends
Now the track is endin', the Sunday night fade Heard Tuesday and Wednesday still screamin' they made
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