Wake up one morning, face down on the floor
Can't recall anything from the night before
Call me useless and you call me a mess, now
I call it progress and a f*cking success, now
A Generational, hypocritical shit
Voted most likely to have a nervous breakdown
Gimme 1 for never sober, and 2 for never bowing out
Took a long damn time just to f*cking get here
All the hours put into giving no shits, and wasting paychecks
Breaking hearts and dodging Train wrecks
Build it up to burn it down
I'm a lit match in a room full of kerosene lamps
You're spilling and sloshing, I'm striking and droppin', now
And who'd a thought burning out could ever be this fun
Because I work for my money
Work for my money
Work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
I guess growing up isn't half as bad
Blacking out on a Sunday
A slave to no one
Keep your charities, I ain't budgin' on that sale
'Cuz there's no such thing as a selfless act
To all the times we'd soon forget
The ones we lost and deep regrets
Because I work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
We're all bleeding, bleeding from your throats
Well, they'll bleed you dry, but they won't take mine
'Cuz I know they're bullshit always floats
Made it Ma, I'm on top of the world
It's a cage-match with me, myself, and my dreams, now
And I'm crushin' 'em harder, no mercy, no pardon, now
And who'd a thought winning bronze could ever be this fun
Because I work for my money
Work for my money
Work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
I guess growing up isn't half as bad
Blacking out on a Sunday
A slave to no one
Keep your charities, I ain't budgin' on that sale
'Cuz there's no such thing as a selfless act
To all the times we'd soon forget
The ones we lost and deep regrets
Because I work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
I said, I work for my money
And I ain't givin' you nothin'
Steve Buscemi - Adult Squad Lyrics
Steve Buscemi - Adult Squad Lyrics
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Wake up one morning, face down on the floor
Can't recall anything from the night before
Call me useless and you call me a mess, now
I call it progress and a f*cking success, now
A Generational, hypocritical shit
Voted most likely to have a nervous breakdown
Gimme 1 for never sober, and 2 for never bowing out
Took a long damn time just to f*cking get here
All the hours put into giving no shits, and wasting paychecks
Breaking hearts and dodging Train wrecks
Build it up to burn it down
I'm a lit match in a room full of kerosene lamps
You're spilling and sloshing, I'm striking and droppin', now
And who'd a thought burning out could ever be this fun
Because I work for my money
Work for my money
Work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
I guess growing up isn't half as bad
Blacking out on a Sunday
A slave to no one
Keep your charities, I ain't budgin' on that sale
'Cuz there's no such thing as a selfless act
To all the times we'd soon forget
The ones we lost and deep regrets
Because I work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
We're all bleeding, bleeding from your throats
Well, they'll bleed you dry, but they won't take mine
'Cuz I know they're bullshit always floats
Made it Ma, I'm on top of the world
It's a cage-match with me, myself, and my dreams, now
And I'm crushin' 'em harder, no mercy, no pardon, now
And who'd a thought winning bronze could ever be this fun
Because I work for my money
Work for my money
Work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
I guess growing up isn't half as bad
Blacking out on a Sunday
A slave to no one
Keep your charities, I ain't budgin' on that sale
'Cuz there's no such thing as a selfless act
To all the times we'd soon forget
The ones we lost and deep regrets
Because I work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
I said, I work for my money
And I ain't givin' you nothin'
Can't recall anything from the night before
Call me useless and you call me a mess, now
I call it progress and a f*cking success, now
A Generational, hypocritical shit
Voted most likely to have a nervous breakdown
Gimme 1 for never sober, and 2 for never bowing out
Took a long damn time just to f*cking get here
All the hours put into giving no shits, and wasting paychecks
Breaking hearts and dodging Train wrecks
Build it up to burn it down
I'm a lit match in a room full of kerosene lamps
You're spilling and sloshing, I'm striking and droppin', now
And who'd a thought burning out could ever be this fun
Because I work for my money
Work for my money
Work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
I guess growing up isn't half as bad
Blacking out on a Sunday
A slave to no one
Keep your charities, I ain't budgin' on that sale
'Cuz there's no such thing as a selfless act
To all the times we'd soon forget
The ones we lost and deep regrets
Because I work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
We're all bleeding, bleeding from your throats
Well, they'll bleed you dry, but they won't take mine
'Cuz I know they're bullshit always floats
Made it Ma, I'm on top of the world
It's a cage-match with me, myself, and my dreams, now
And I'm crushin' 'em harder, no mercy, no pardon, now
And who'd a thought winning bronze could ever be this fun
Because I work for my money
Work for my money
Work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
I guess growing up isn't half as bad
Blacking out on a Sunday
A slave to no one
Keep your charities, I ain't budgin' on that sale
'Cuz there's no such thing as a selfless act
To all the times we'd soon forget
The ones we lost and deep regrets
Because I work for my money
And I ain't givin' shit back
I said, I work for my money
And I ain't givin' you nothin'
Writer: Jesse Andrus
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