Time to wake up, time to get dressed, time to get going
Man I don't wanna, man I'd really rather stay in bed
Got a lot of thoughts going through my head
Why do I have to work right now
I'd rather just lay back down
I ain't feeling it today, sorry
I ain't going in, yeah I'm calling, wait, I need the money
This situation isn't funny
What do you do when you're not in the right space of function
You just push through, you just ignore people pushing your buttons
You just bottle up the anger, later on take it out on a stranger
If that's true, it's dangerous You need rearrangements, Cause your thoughts ain't right
You stuck
On that, and it's a fight
There ain't no way out of it And you know that it's not
Alright
But you gotta live your life anyway, so keep on going right
I don't wanna wake up
But I can't miss more work so I'm stuck
Throwing on some pants I've been in for a week
Squeezing in a button up, don't fit me
I don't really care, think
I'm still drunk
Drank too much
What's new, hop in my 02 Malibu
Gotta go dude
Boss said I'm late and god I smell
Bills to pay though so I gotta sell
Long day, headed home
To drink
Half a bottle in, hit up my homie
Shows up, damn dude you already drunk
Doesn't wanna go so I head back inside
Feeling down, hit up my ex
She don't want help, sad
Head messed up, no real friends
Sick of this shit, wish it would end
Hungry, so I make soup, tylenol and cleaner fluid, oops
Black out, pass out in the living room
Wake up in the morning, what the f*ck did I do
I don't wanna get up, but I gotta work, ain't never gonna give up
Alright, I'ma get up and f*ck shit up
Anti-psychotics mixed with nicotine and caffeine in my motherf*ckin dirty cup
I'ma get up, f*ck it, shut the f*ck up
I'm here to tear it up
I don't wanna hear you whine to me into the day to day
Of a demon trapped in a trunk space and time
Every f*cking day, if I sleep the motherf*cking tape rewinds on me
Trapped, continue to quantify
The quantum of the f*cking physics
Entangled inside of this, look at my lips
So f*ck you, and f*ck these souls I frequently take too Yeah, I'm bound and confined, stuck inside a body
Acting like a calm maintenance man
Out here just chilling till my fate calls me
Yeah, calls me, now, let em know
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Time to wake up, time to get dressed, time to get going
Man I don't wanna, man I'd really rather stay in bed
Got a lot of thoughts going through my head
Why do I have to work right now
I'd rather just lay back down
I ain't feeling it today, sorry
I ain't going in, yeah I'm calling, wait, I need the money
This situation isn't funny
What do you do when you're not in the right space of function
You just push through, you just ignore people pushing your buttons
You just bottle up the anger, later on take it out on a stranger
If that's true, it's dangerous You need rearrangements, Cause your thoughts ain't right
You stuck
On that, and it's a fight
There ain't no way out of it And you know that it's not
Alright
But you gotta live your life anyway, so keep on going right
I don't wanna wake up
But I can't miss more work so I'm stuck
Throwing on some pants I've been in for a week
Squeezing in a button up, don't fit me
I don't really care, think
I'm still drunk
Drank too much
What's new, hop in my 02 Malibu
Gotta go dude
Boss said I'm late and god I smell
Bills to pay though so I gotta sell
Long day, headed home
To drink
Half a bottle in, hit up my homie
Shows up, damn dude you already drunk
Doesn't wanna go so I head back inside
Feeling down, hit up my ex
She don't want help, sad
Head messed up, no real friends
Sick of this shit, wish it would end
Hungry, so I make soup, tylenol and cleaner fluid, oops
Black out, pass out in the living room
Wake up in the morning, what the f*ck did I do
I don't wanna get up, but I gotta work, ain't never gonna give up
Alright, I'ma get up and f*ck shit up
Anti-psychotics mixed with nicotine and caffeine in my motherf*ckin dirty cup
I'ma get up, f*ck it, shut the f*ck up
I'm here to tear it up
I don't wanna hear you whine to me into the day to day
Of a demon trapped in a trunk space and time
Every f*cking day, if I sleep the motherf*cking tape rewinds on me
Trapped, continue to quantify
The quantum of the f*cking physics
Entangled inside of this, look at my lips
So f*ck you, and f*ck these souls I frequently take too Yeah, I'm bound and confined, stuck inside a body
Acting like a calm maintenance man
Out here just chilling till my fate calls me
Yeah, calls me, now, let em know
Man I don't wanna, man I'd really rather stay in bed
Got a lot of thoughts going through my head
Why do I have to work right now
I'd rather just lay back down
I ain't feeling it today, sorry
I ain't going in, yeah I'm calling, wait, I need the money
This situation isn't funny
What do you do when you're not in the right space of function
You just push through, you just ignore people pushing your buttons
You just bottle up the anger, later on take it out on a stranger
If that's true, it's dangerous You need rearrangements, Cause your thoughts ain't right
You stuck
On that, and it's a fight
There ain't no way out of it And you know that it's not
Alright
But you gotta live your life anyway, so keep on going right
I don't wanna wake up
But I can't miss more work so I'm stuck
Throwing on some pants I've been in for a week
Squeezing in a button up, don't fit me
I don't really care, think
I'm still drunk
Drank too much
What's new, hop in my 02 Malibu
Gotta go dude
Boss said I'm late and god I smell
Bills to pay though so I gotta sell
Long day, headed home
To drink
Half a bottle in, hit up my homie
Shows up, damn dude you already drunk
Doesn't wanna go so I head back inside
Feeling down, hit up my ex
She don't want help, sad
Head messed up, no real friends
Sick of this shit, wish it would end
Hungry, so I make soup, tylenol and cleaner fluid, oops
Black out, pass out in the living room
Wake up in the morning, what the f*ck did I do
I don't wanna get up, but I gotta work, ain't never gonna give up
Alright, I'ma get up and f*ck shit up
Anti-psychotics mixed with nicotine and caffeine in my motherf*ckin dirty cup
I'ma get up, f*ck it, shut the f*ck up
I'm here to tear it up
I don't wanna hear you whine to me into the day to day
Of a demon trapped in a trunk space and time
Every f*cking day, if I sleep the motherf*cking tape rewinds on me
Trapped, continue to quantify
The quantum of the f*cking physics
Entangled inside of this, look at my lips
So f*ck you, and f*ck these souls I frequently take too Yeah, I'm bound and confined, stuck inside a body
Acting like a calm maintenance man
Out here just chilling till my fate calls me
Yeah, calls me, now, let em know
Writer: Chad Allen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid