Mondays
Get up, come on (x2)
Get up, get up (x4)
Count bounce verse 1
I got a good friend, a valuable lady
And we used to live close then she moved away
She was having a sea change then she met a man
With working hands and a bitter can
What can you do, you give them your blessings and give a damn
Well hold up a couple months later (what happened?)
It turns out her man was something of a hater
So far away from us with an emotional cripple sounding dangerous
Well i said get out and she said hold on and the tone went dead on the telephone
C’mon.
Get up, getup
Pack up your bags and move on
Getup, getup
Don’t let this madness go on
Getup, get up
Pick up them bags and move on
Get up, get up
Don’t let this madness go on...
Joelistics verse 2
He was a young man out to get what he could man
A prodigal son who would never let anyone inside his head
Never the less he’d captured this girl
With a head full of dreams under her curls
She’d changed his world but couldn’t sustain it
Complicated that was his life it seems
He wasn’t all bad he dreamt of a fam
He’d never had nothing to do with his dad
Quick to get mad and raise up his fists
And fuck with the things he treasured the most
Treating his girl like property
Never been taught how to love properly
Jealousy burnin his brain
A poisonous venom aggression he’s making no sense
Preventin her leaving and seeing her friends
Tellin her things that sounded like threats
No one could guess why she was with him
Tomorrow he’s gonna be different …
Is he???
Get up, getup
Pack up your bags and move on
Getup, getup
Don’t let this madness goon
Getup, get up
Pick up them bags and move on
Get up, get up
Don’t let this madness go on...
It gets you down
He gets you down
Just look around i know it always seems so hard
To get out
It gets you down
He gets you down
Just look around i know it always seems so hard
To get out
Get up, getup
Pack up your bags and move on
Getup, getup
Don’t let this madness goon
Getup, get up
Pick up them bags and move on
Get up, get up
Don’t let this madness go on...