I wake up in the morning, throw a book at my alarm clock
Cuz I don't want to get out of bed and ready for work
Cuz I hate my job and I'm not kidding
If you hate your job, everybody say it with me
"I don't want to go to work, I don't want to pay the bills
Even though these kids keep crying, I don't want to
Feed their ass for real, I don't want to fill this gas tank up
Only to run it down, becoming an adult FUCKING SUCKS
But I guess we know that now, don't we?"
I don't want to work a job where my hours set
But ain't nobody paying me to make my music yet
When you dream big and the cost high
It's gone make you want to go backwards
I've been carrying this shit 10 years
So I'm not surprised that my back hurts
But you know responsibility won't wait for anybody
So it really don't matter what you want to do or you don't
Because these bills gotta get paid and that don't
Happen if you don't, so the only thing to ask yourself
Is if you will or won't and I don't like that question
Cuz it don't leave room for the grey
It won't leave you too much room for you to get away
From having to know the answer, to "What you about to do?"
When all I really want to do is get paid to create
Without working a side job that I have to do!
I wake up in the morning, throw a book at my alarm clock
Cuz I don't want to get out of bed and ready for work
Cuz I hate my job and I'm not kidding
If you hate your job, everybody say it with me
"I don't want to go to work, I don't want to pay the bills
Even though these kids keep crying, I don't want to
Feed their ass for real, I don't want to fill this gas tank up
Only to run it down, becoming an adult FUCKING SUCKS
But I guess we know that now, don't we?"
I hope you know how to hustle, cuz a day job gonna crush you
And when you add it with them taxes, it's like Debo gone rush you
When you don't want none of that smoke, that's why you're
Always stressed out, it's like the chimney sitting on top
Of your house ain't nothing to write home about
That's smoke and mirrors, I will put my foot right THROUGH
That glass, that's why they do not bother me
And they be treating you that bad, I will quit in an instant
Whenever I'm disrespected, none of that Stockholm syndrome
Whenever I feel neglected, shake it off shake it off
Taylor taught me, never give a damn about a hater thought
For all I care, they can get hit by a truck,
After playing in traffic all day and leak out every last drop
Of their tomato sauce, after tryna tell me I ain't the boss
Cuz that's crazy talk, like me not turning around
To watch some booty jiggle when a lady walk
I wake up in the morning, throw a book at my alarm clock
Cuz I don't want to get out of bed and ready for work
Cuz I hate my job and I'm not kidding
If you hate your job, everybody say it with me
"I don't want to go to work, I don't want to pay the bills
Even though these kids keep crying, I don't want to
Feed their ass for real, I don't want to fill this gas tank up
Only to run it down, becoming an adult FUCKING SUCKS
But I guess we know that now, don't we?"