[Hook: Pell]
Baby, it feels like Monday morning
I feel the sunshine on my face
Even the lights can't stop the motion
Full speed ahead, not a cloud in the way
Doubters
[Post Chorus: Pell]
Suck on these ma, bon apetite
In Glendale like I'm hiding from police
Staying remote, controlling the scene
Being myself, is when I am free
Suck on these ma, Bon apetite
In Glendale like I'm hiding from police
Guess I'm adding to the drought cause I drop that heat
Be not confused what this means to me
[Verse 1: Pell]
New bud all purp, royal highness
Bad broad no skirt, king of diamonds
Reaching for the crown since im greedy and i'm cocky
Prince of my city, annointed by papi
Like father like son the pavements I run, til my kingdom come, Watch them all feel it til their ears go numb
Working late hours, shit sounds like fun
See I'm spreading my reign, Monsieur Hurricane
Saw my silver lining, but its all gold everything
To the game shit I owe nine wedding rings
Know what I deserve so i'm never gonna settle in
For a head piece, these town broads be tempting
My mistress gone miss me, cause rap love is risky
Starbucks politicking in the cafe, coffee black no sugar ain't shit sweet
Break bread, last supper ain't shit free
Judas at my table, get the fuck from round me
Acting like we don't have problems
Ask big papa they come with the dollars
Marketing myself, we don't need your help
Cause ain't no plate served, had to feed myself
Feeling hot headed, hope the crown don't melt
Buried my fears, resurrected my wealth
[Hook: Pell]
Baby, it feels like Monday morning
I feel the sunshine on my face
Even the lights can't stop the motion
Full speed ahead, not a cloud in the way
Doubters
[Post Chorus: Pell]
Suck on these ma, bon apetite
In Glendale like I'm hiding from police
Staying remote, controlling the scene
Being myself, is when I am free
Suck on these ma, Bon apetite
In Glendale like I'm hiding from police
Guess I'm adding to the drought cause I drop that heat
Be not confused what this means to me
[Verse 2: Pell]
On my phone I hear the world, feel I should turn it off
I need time for self
Ran along far from home, feel I don't learn at all, let me catch my breath
We just picture, thinking, dreaming, scheming, bleeding, reading, all in the late night
Feeling against hype, cause this thorough fuck a sound bite
Never the weak type, pyrotechnics in my methods
Some days are hectic, but that henny ever present
Not regretting who I be, I handle all my BI
Used to love a stalker, she follow more than PI
Fishing for some ice, wishing I could freeze time
These women all kinds, all pretty
And the dudes on they arms all kinds of silly
JP in the house so you know it's loud
Complex, context, bitch you know my style
Freedom fighting, march in black Doc Martins,
Two cells phones cause the money keep calling
Just playing, the android only for my girl
No connection for the second, as I float into my world
[Outro: Pell]
On my phone I hear the world, feel I should turn it off, I need time for self
Ran along far from home, feel I don't learn at all, let me catch my breath
