Kick Monday Watsky & Mody (Ft. Wax)

[Verse 1: Wax]
I'm coming hard for Friday, like a pedophile
At his computer desk, watching Rebecca smile
I go the extra mile, the marathon's 27th mile
Then I hit the ice cold beverage aisle
I got a cast-iron liver
And I would rather drown my sorrows than cry a river
I use my brain like you use a plane flight ticket
Now I'm in a place where all the fences are white picket
The only way it might get disturbing
Is if you're bothered by the sound of light cricket chirping
I just let it soak in like Robitussen
And about the fast-paced rat race there's no discussion
I'm just trying to get into the proper mood
Remix of everyday life, chopped and screwed
What can I do to get the weekdays behind me?
Watsky, remind me
Thank you, kindly

[Hook x2]
Kick Monday in the nutsack
Wedgie Wednesday's butt crack
I'm coming hard for Friday
And if you're not, get the fuck back

[Verse 2: Watsky]
Compared to mine, all testicles, hecka small
Mine crack walls like a wrecking ball
When my checkered drawers fall, y'all see ornaments
Fit for a porno flick
Time to deck the halls
I'm glad it's all finished, the week is all bidness
But now I'm chilling, sprawled out with a tall Guinness
I'm gonna set the world record for the funnest time ever
Had on the planet, so everybody call Guinness
I swear a lot, this ain't Fisher-Price
If I'm a bad influence, then here's the great advice:
Kids! Don't be a dickweed!
Appreciate the shit out of the present moment and be fucking nice!
I whistle weird for the tune of it
If they all did, it'd ruin it
We spent two months on this here bluegrass-folk rock-hip hop album
Because we really felt like doing it!
So everybody...