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