925

Twenty fucking years and I got nothing to show
Fucked up attitude but you already know
It's not an excuse, I'm just a recluse
Better off rotting six feet below

Your friends are getting older and you will too
Caught up in the rat race passing through
Breaking my back to collect a check
To afford the rope to tie around my neck

9 to 5, losing my mind
9 to 5, rotting on the inside
Eat, shit, work, sleep, grind to survive
Gotta break the mold or get left behind

Your friends are getting older and you will too
Caught up in the rat race passing through
Breaking my back to collect a check
To afford the rope to tie around my neck

Watch me work and wither away
Dying inside every passing day



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Writer(s): Complex
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