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(Unhh) I told my baby it's my time of the month (it's my time of the month) I get paid eight days a week I don't like having fun (I don't like having fun) I like to grind down to the bone Write off the dome on my phone Really won't leave it alone Until my time is up (until my time is up) I need them commas up (I need them commas!) Workaholics in my blood, it's my time of the month (shoutout my mama!) Yah it's my time of the month Yah it's my time of the month Yah it's my time of the month Yah it's my time of the month Look, I'ma workaholic Every day, boy, I'm tryna relapse (relapse) Bitch I can't relax (nah) Really can't be mad If it's a fact, it ain't a brag If it's a track, I'm in my bag Do I take care of myself? Barely Drinking like 3 Celsius daily (yeeesh) Shouldn't even be here, like I'm Israeli Ain't we colonizers all kinda the same? We try to deny it ("Nah I ain't like that") But we got that fucky lil' bug in our brain Like "fuck you, bitch, give it to me!" Whether it's revolution or new shoes, we all want it the same Yah we all one and the same If I don't do it to you (if I don't do it to you) Then you gone do it to me (then you gone do it to me) God, please take me out of my pain Like, can I just get a lil' break? I really been working and working and working And working and working and working and working Until all my hurt go away God, what is my purpose today? (Unhh) I told my baby it's my time of the month (it's my time of the month) I get paid eight days a week I don't like having fun (I don't like having fun) I like to grind down to the bone Write off the dome on my phone Really won't leave it alone Until my--(BACK TO WORK) Craving that pat on my back "Attagirl, attagirl" Count it up, hold me accountable Mountain of molehills I made insurmountable Surrounded by nothing but self-judgement Sword ever-sharpen but can't cut it Fucking myself, bitch I can't cuck it All of my friends say I'm doing the most But it ain't feel like nothing to me I'ma just keep it a bean I ain't as confident as I seem I got problems that I'm tryna kick I got promises I'm tryna keep I got problems with your work ethic, if you telling me I should sleep When I been daydreaming all-day Wondering "One day will I get a ring?" WAKE THE FUCK UP IT'S MY-- Time of the month Time of the month Time of the, time of the, time of the month (TIME OF THE MONTH!) Time of the month TOP OF THE MORNING, BITCH Time of the month Time of the month Time of the, time of the, time of the month (TIME OF THE MONTH!) Time of the month WAKE THE FUCK UP IT'S MY-- Time of the month Time of the month Time of the, time of the, time of the month (TIME OF THE MONTH!) Time of the month TOP OF THE MORNING, BITCH Time of the month Time of the month Time of the, time of the, time of the month (TIME OF THE MONTH!) Time of the month TOP OF THE MORNING, BITCH
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