Tabletops Lyrics - ¡mursday! - Mayday

¡MURSDAY! 

Come on, Come on! 

Get up, Get up! 

Yeah, Yeah! 

Jump, jump! 

What up though, this ¡MURSDAY! 

Know the game wanted this in the worst way 

Like a nigga tryna fuck on the first date 

From the West Coast that's my birth place 

L.A., CA, all day I stay in Dodger blue and gray 

Do It Big Keep It Strange 

All day from the 8-1-6 to the M-I-A! 

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I'm like ooohh eeee naturally 

These muhfuckas all live in a fantasy 

Schoolyard MC, no sympathy 

I got a bone to pick with they faculty 

They ain't a fan of me and my friends 

Always bangin' beats on they bench 

Wanna keep us under their lens till we burn like ants 

Cause we the chosen 

Give me that table knock 

Friends went and had babies and changed the locks 

Got a job at a desk where they slave for the checks 

And they judged me just cuz I drink a lot 

God Damn 

See me, Ima be that monster, pray for props 

Let em all have paper and race for stocks 

All I ever needed was to bang tabletops! 

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Bang-Bang-Bangin' on these tabletops! Bangin, we bangin, we bangin, we bangin 

Bangin, we bangin, BANGIN' ON THESE TABLETOPS! 

Fuck all y'all it's my turn 

In the past year wanna know what I learned 

Everybody wanna be the next hot shit 

Don't nobody wanna feel that fire burn 

Don't nobody wanna work hard now 

On the internet feelin' like stars now 

But if you got funk then swing monkey 

If not then put them bars down 

Never was a popular kid, a social misfit 

I just wrote rhymes and chased bitches 

Battle any mothafucka talkin slick shit 

Chip on my shoulder size of Texas 

That's how I learned natural selection 

Skippin' class to go learn my lesson 

SP12 and MPC weapons 

All became my personal obsession 

Respect direction 

Deck the henchman 

Best invention since the next dimension 

My venom is a sentiment of sexual tension 

I bang out hard when the wenches crept in, the end 

This'll be the shit that'll keep em all down lo-pro guessin 

Got my knuckles on the table down flexin', strechin' the words till it fix my reflection 

On the verge of a nervous breakthrough 

With my crew with a magnum of grey goose 

Dodging all the haters and the fake crews 

While we take the crown out at paid dues 

I'm on Faygo and two shots 

With ¡MURSDAY! comin' up to the top 

Everybody wanna be the top dawg but ain't never drug their knuckles on tabletops