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I'm like nine hours away from finishing my nine hour shift |
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And wishing |
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I was gone nine hours ago' |
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Cause nine hours wasted tossin' back the chicken |
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I could've written nine verses just in time for the show |
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Slacker mind state retirin' on time that's borrowed |
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My motto's |
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I'll stop procrastinatin' tomorrow |
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I took the sorrow from the windchimes |
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Left happiness lonesome and strung up |
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Sarcasm to make the melody wholesome |
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From my lungs to my feet |
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I'm breathing |
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Everything |
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I speak but now they're charging for oxygen |
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And the bills due next week, |
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I'll be a day late and a buck short |
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Story of my life, |
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I wish my pay rate was much more |
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Duckin' swords in a rat race |
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I didn't apply for running towards something that's fake |
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And thinking, why for, they're shutting doors right in my face |
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And sitting high horse is a car and a dope place |
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Something to die for, this is my war |
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And now I'm schemin' on plots to make my pockets swell |
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Simple living is a bitch but damn, |
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I do it well |
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Some are fortunate to make it and some of 'em fail |
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Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed |
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Schemin' on plots, hey hey |
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Simple living is a bitch, hey hey |
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Some are fortunate to make it, hey hey |
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Some locomotors push through, hey hey |
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I lead a crocodile mile lifestyle |
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I run and slide |
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But when it's time to collide with the bump |
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I always bail 'cause |
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I'm not ready for that dive |
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Or that silly 9-5 solidified career option |
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A hop skip and a leap away from rock star |
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And not too far away from fillin' pop's shoes |
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The idyllic hard workin' type of callous feet |
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Complete with wife, kids, dog, house and picket fence |
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That's nonsense, |
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I'm convinced |
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I'm built for better things |
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And won't settle for the empty smile that cheddar brings |
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It seems like i'm working hard simply' |
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Cause it's what they say |
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I have to do |
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You graduate and then you either get a job or you go to school12 years wasn't enough, that's more than half of my life spent |
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Trying to make the world accept me |
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Plus I've got the papers saying that |
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I made it through |
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Now I'm working 2 jobs |
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Three with music and you don't respect me? |
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**** it I'll retire now, you'll work until you're 62 |
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And now I'm schemin' on plots to make my pockets swell |
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Simple living is a bitch but damn, |
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I do it well |
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Some are fortunate to make it and some of 'em fail |
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Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed |
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Schemin' on plots, hey hey |
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Simple living is a bitch, hey hey |
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Some are fortunate to make it, hey hey |
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Some locomotives push through, hey hey |
