New Age Quitter

Sippin' from a can on an sixteen ounce tour
On this burnt up
Cut up
Blood stained floor
Selling sectors of my soul
Kickin' unlocked doors
Breaking rocks all night
To hit that high score
Lack of REM sleep
SSD out the back door
Fuel back up for five dollars at my drugstore
All these merging movements
Tied to tracks I can't stay
But, don't worry it will help
Don't worry it will pay
Don't worry if I find an end to this looping day
All hands on deck
Last chip on the table
All players in a game
Masters players are able
But now your face blue
And your heart is beaten purple
Son you have two paths
One is heaven one is evil
Grow to be a scholars man
Or flip through poems in a journal

Gun pointed at my head, but I'm bulletproof
Making poor decisions that my parents disapprove
My music is garbage, that shit just got removed
Sixteen years later still don't know what to do
Couldn't even get a job at a fucking supermarket
Call me back when the sports season started
Relying on my peers for a pay raise
Zero point zero to check that got delayed
Done with you fuckers, I'm a new quitter
They look and say am I still your babysitter?
Can't get minimum wage in the state of Massachusetts
Closed off club, that shit is just exclusive
Break the tradition, just give me a chance
Simply watch me work, fuck your cash advance
Fuck your dumbass bias, judge at first glance
Open your eyes, and let your vision enhance

When I fall, will you even catch me
Do you still care, fuck what I try to be
Loss of self, fall off the cliff I plummet
Look around, guess who's the city puppet

Guess who's the city puppet



Credits
Writer(s): Warrick Brown
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