[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]