[verse One]

I'm Like Nine Minutes Away From Finishing My Nine Hour Shift

And Wishin I Was Gone Nine Hours Ago

Cause Nine Hours Wasted, Tossin Back Of This Chicken

I Coulda Written Nine Verses Just In Time For The Show

Slacker Mindstate Livin 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 Breathin Everything I Speak

And Now They Chargin For Oxygen And The Bill's 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 The Rat Race

I Didn't Apply For Runnin Towards Something That's Fake

And Thinkin, Why For? They Shuttin Doors Right In My Face

And Sittin High Horse Is A Car And A Dope Place

Somethin To Die For, This Is My War, So

[Chorus:]

Now I'm Schemin On Plots To Make My Pockets Swell

Simple Livin 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 Livin Is A bitch - Hey, Hey

Some Are Fortunate To Make It - Hey, Hey

Some Locomotors Push Through - Hey, Hey

[verse Two]

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 Nine To Five

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 Calloused Hands

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 Workin 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 Tryin To Make The World Accept Me

Plus I've Got The Papers Saying That I Made It Through

Now I'm Working 2 Jobs, 3 With Music And You Don't Respect Me?

Fuck It I'll Retire Now, You'll Work Until You're 62, And

[Chorus:]

[whistling Until Beat Stops]
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