Gabriel James - End of Time Lyrics

All I really wanna do is quit my job
Make music, sell merch, get paid to rock
All I ever wanted was to be myself
Not compromise values just to get on shelves
All I really needed was to speak my mind
And now what I am needing
I just can't find
So all I really want is to control my life
Not be stuck in the matrix untill the end of time

During the day
I do what is needed to pay bills
Leaving my freedom behind
Avoiding the ills
Total concentration
On the goals I'm pursuing
Using talents of music to get me
Out of the useless
Day to day nonsense
Being treated harshly
Classism everywhere, staying calm is the hardest
Sometimes I get mad, sometimes I feel sad
And sometimes I radiate happiness it just depends
On whats happening
Is it having bands?
Or is it lavishness?
Is it a cash advance?
Or just a good family?
The definition changes
Depends who's brain it is
Everyone is different including what they are aiming at
Myself, I want the freedom of doing my own thing
Not clocking in & out for some one else's dreams
I wanna be with my dogs in the day not at a job
And stay up late with my wife every night, come on!

All I really wanna do is quit my job
Make music, sell merch, get paid to rock
All I ever wanted was to be myself
Not compromise values just to get on shelves
All I really needed was to speak my mind
And now what I am needing
I just can't find
So all I really want is to control my life
Not be stuck in the matrix until the end of time

Another morning
Out in the street
Walking the bear dogs
Hoping the bosses don't bother me with their calls
I didn't wanna sell my soul
I still don't
So I work away the day
And still smoke
Walking fine lines of ill quotes
Getting mad anytime I think of how no body knows
What I'm doing or what it's for
So I grab another page
For my speech on microphones
And let the thoughts escape
Like a pimp losing his hoes

All I really wanna do is quit my job
Make music, sell merch, get paid to rock
All I ever wanted was to be myself
Not compromise values just to get on shelves
All I really needed was to speak my mind
And now what I am needing
I just can't find
So all I really want is to control my life
Not be stuck in the matrix until the end of time

Don't talk down to me
Who the hell is this?
Unapologetic words to a man who sits
On a throne of thorn bushes pushing for a little glimpse
Of the city from the top of a mountainous ridge
I found that the river I'm drowning in is empty
Just a dry bed of desolate remnants
From a time before where it was all about the Benjamins
Instead drug addicts lying to all of the residents
Then again etiquette's never had the precedence
Over anything profitable to company presidents
Somebody's dead again from getting in
The devil's pen
Should've steered away from meddling with any types of them
Someday the goal getters gonna his chance to live
Just like el lobo & the rattlesnake
Albuquerque New Mexico
The place I chose to live
After seeing other deserts I decided this was it

All I really wanna do is quit my job
Make music, sell merch, get paid to rock
All I ever wanted was to be myself
Not compromise values just to get on shelves
All I really needed was to speak my mind
And now what I am needing
I just can't find
So all I really want is to control my life
Not be stuck in the matrix till the end of time