9 to 5
Rewind, a prequel
Fast forward for sequel
Each day, keeping equal
Three-ring, cubicle the intern stole
Don't forget the monthly goal
Paper reams replace your soul
Keep the printer toner full so you can pay off all your school
Nine to five, rat race time
Full pursuit, but never mine
Clock in, do the work, shut up, and show the victims where to sign
Toby Flenderson lookin' boy chokin' on this tie
40 more years to go. Quit, retire, wait to die
Looking down from below cuz we're gonna go up, go up
Yeah life comes and it goes, but we'll never grow up, grow up
Now you're late to the show, but we gonna turn up, turn up
It's the life that we chose, so you better keep up, keep up
Looking down from below cuz we're gonna go up, go up
Yeah life comes and it goes, but we'll never grow up
Yeah
Yung Jefe
Life's just not what it seems, produced by Inertia King
Keyboards and mics we gon be chasing our dreams.
Off-White UNC's, I want the Yeezys, the creams
Jefe stay writin' for a couple of streams
They told me Jefe go read
I just want shiny gold teeth
We fear the worst but hope our pockets stay green
Yeah now we stuck in between
Acceptance and what we need
We ain't broke, they just stuck in routines
Looking down from below cuz we're gonna go up, go up
Yeah life comes and it goes, but we'll never grow up, grow up
Now you're late to the show, but we gonna turn up, turn up
It's the life that we chose, so you better keep up, keep up
Throne room the opportunities to keep making a killin'
Confused at the next step so you'll probably catch me kneelin'
Hear the rhythm, write down the feelings depression's been stealin'
Pop the pills, put your head back, and stop... to feel the healin'
It's worse than a hearse, to leave the earth without a verse
Turn around to cut the cord and end the empty cardboard curse
If my dreams are dead, don't even stop to call the nurse
It's perverse to fill the purse and leave the soul empty, reverse
It's not too late yet, pull the nails out the coffin
Out I'm hoppin', and I'm walkin', soul coppin', no more talkin'
Sure life is breezy, but you're never sleeping easy
Just dreaming of the day when I wake up and stop repeating
Looking down from below cuz we're gonna go up, go up
Yeah life comes and it goes, but we'll never grow up, grow up
Fast forward for sequel
Each day, keeping equal
Three-ring, cubicle the intern stole
Don't forget the monthly goal
Paper reams replace your soul
Keep the printer toner full so you can pay off all your school
Nine to five, rat race time
Full pursuit, but never mine
Clock in, do the work, shut up, and show the victims where to sign
Toby Flenderson lookin' boy chokin' on this tie
40 more years to go. Quit, retire, wait to die
Looking down from below cuz we're gonna go up, go up
Yeah life comes and it goes, but we'll never grow up, grow up
Now you're late to the show, but we gonna turn up, turn up
It's the life that we chose, so you better keep up, keep up
Looking down from below cuz we're gonna go up, go up
Yeah life comes and it goes, but we'll never grow up
Yeah
Yung Jefe
Life's just not what it seems, produced by Inertia King
Keyboards and mics we gon be chasing our dreams.
Off-White UNC's, I want the Yeezys, the creams
Jefe stay writin' for a couple of streams
They told me Jefe go read
I just want shiny gold teeth
We fear the worst but hope our pockets stay green
Yeah now we stuck in between
Acceptance and what we need
We ain't broke, they just stuck in routines
Looking down from below cuz we're gonna go up, go up
Yeah life comes and it goes, but we'll never grow up, grow up
Now you're late to the show, but we gonna turn up, turn up
It's the life that we chose, so you better keep up, keep up
Throne room the opportunities to keep making a killin'
Confused at the next step so you'll probably catch me kneelin'
Hear the rhythm, write down the feelings depression's been stealin'
Pop the pills, put your head back, and stop... to feel the healin'
It's worse than a hearse, to leave the earth without a verse
Turn around to cut the cord and end the empty cardboard curse
If my dreams are dead, don't even stop to call the nurse
It's perverse to fill the purse and leave the soul empty, reverse
It's not too late yet, pull the nails out the coffin
Out I'm hoppin', and I'm walkin', soul coppin', no more talkin'
Sure life is breezy, but you're never sleeping easy
Just dreaming of the day when I wake up and stop repeating
Looking down from below cuz we're gonna go up, go up
Yeah life comes and it goes, but we'll never grow up, grow up
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Sabin
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