The Office

I'm out here at the office
I won't closest this topic
Have to line up my pockets
Got a check to deposit
3 jobs made me honest
Skin dry as my wallet
Gotta fix up the faucet
I got bosses on bosses
Ah shit
This a rhyme for two
For the me I see now
And the me in the rear-view
What a breakthrough
From all this knowledge I accrued
Now I gotta set the crew up all nice and new
That's true
Facts
Carry teams on my back
Picked up the mic
The way I picked up the slack
I don't bleed for the greed
Nah we ain't having that
Fuck a Wall Street
This cracker don't jack

I got something to say
I've got everywhere to be
I got nothing to pay
And got everything to see
I'm improving my optics
Raps touchy with topics
Now I'm up at the office
With the broke fucking view, yeah
I got something to say
I've got everywhere to be
I got nothing to pay
And got everything to see
I'm improving my optics
Raps touchy with topics
Now I'm up at the office
With the broke fucking view, yeah

Here we go again
Got something in the pen
Got something now and then
Got something to begin
We're all just businessmen
No hearts but then again
Sacrifices for this life just
Time and time again
Whoa
Told to do something so yup we just do it
Told our whole lives that nothing can dispute it
Anxiety's commuted every-time I get rebooted
And the only thing that's instant is my stupid ramen noodles
Now I 'm married to money
It's why I'm always so grumpy
I guess I'm not in the slummys
Garage as full as tummies
Man my office is comfy
And my boss is so funny
Got a glass of the bubbly
So tell me why am I ugly
Damn
I guess I gotta go back
Guess I gotta weak back
Guess I gotta make stacks
Guess the only thing that ever really made me smile
Was kicking back in the studio dropping tracks and not a file

So throw out the books
And go throw out the stapler
Please throw out the crooks
And all the people that hated ya
Go find your own lane, your own style, your own aisle
Life's short but 9 to 5 should make you smile
One more time
So throw out the books
And go throw out the stapler
Please throw out the crooks
And all the people that hated ya
Go find your own lane, your own style, your own aisle
Life's short but 9 to 5 should make you smile

I got something to say
I've got everywhere to be
I got nothing to pay
And got everything to see
I'm improving my optics
Raps touchy with topics
Now I'm up at the office
With the broke fucking view, yeah
I got something to say
I've got everywhere to be
I got nothing to pay
And got everything to see
I'm improving my optics
Raps touchy with topics
Now I'm up at the office
With the broke fucking view, yeah



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Writer(s): Dylan Griffiths
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