Out Til 3
Yo I got work at seven
But I give no fucks
Don't even make eleven, only make ten bucks
I'll stay out til three
And just get crunk
Don't really give a shit if I show up drunk
Work at seven
But I give no fucks
Don't even make eleven, only make ten bucks
I'll stay out til three
And just get crunk
Don't really give a shit if I show up drunk
I don't really give two fucks, two shits
If my managers catch me while I'm working lit
They care about this job, they don't care about me
So I'll take these shots and I'll rock all night
Cuz "outside of work", that is what I call my life
I don't live to work it's necessity
I won't cover your shift don't bother
I'm off the schedule it's your own problem
I'm high tonight, I will reach the bottom
Of tequila bottles with bikini models
Job's out of sight, Job's out of mind
Gotta leave behind for the wine and the fine girls
Work's killing me, but this is revival
Gotta live it up while I can for survival
I won't grow old and rotten
Spend nights alone just to be forgotten
This is my youth, Imma speak my truth
Don't wanna ceiling, wanna raise the roof
I do this all for the memories and for the melodies
That will shape my life
Hangover tomorrow might test my might
Not feeling no sorrow, cuz I'm out tonight
Work at seven
But I give no fucks
Don't even make eleven, only make ten bucks
I'll stay out til three
And just get crunk
Don't really give a shit if I show up drunk
Flying high like Sputnik from these several Redbull vodkas
Got me fucked up having fun and acting like a little Bakka
I'm like Sokka drinking gin and juice
That cactus kind I'm trippin'
Knock me down and make me laugh like a banana peel slippin'
If you hate your job then put your motherfuckin' hands up
If you hate your job then put your motherfuckin' hands up
I'm not gonna fucking look back
I'm not looking fucking forward
I can't see what's fucking forward
I can't speak I'm looking for words
I can only speak with four words
"Feeling awesome, fuck you" those words
In my Uber there were snores heard
Gotta rest while I can
Tomorrow I got work but damn
I do not think this will come as a shock
But if I feel like shit I'll do it on the clock
If you're too scared to join
You can go home or watch
I just do what I want (Ugh)
Smoking some pot in the parking lot (Ugh)
Catch my ocular redness then this shit is over
But helps with the hangover and acting sober
So Imma get high without hatching a plan
Live in the moment won't think in advance
UPS workers hotboxing in vans
I will deliver, just give me a chance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
I'm not gonna fucking think
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Imma buy another drink
Liquid courage, I am Link
But my princess wearing pink
Cuz my princess got a peach
So I'm staying out til three
In the morning
You know that I'd rather be tired than boring
Out til three
In the morning
Hope I don't get fired and get off with a warning
In the morning
But I give no fucks
Don't even make eleven, only make ten bucks
I'll stay out til three
And just get crunk
Don't really give a shit if I show up drunk
Work at seven
But I give no fucks
Don't even make eleven, only make ten bucks
I'll stay out til three
And just get crunk
Don't really give a shit if I show up drunk
I don't really give two fucks, two shits
If my managers catch me while I'm working lit
They care about this job, they don't care about me
So I'll take these shots and I'll rock all night
Cuz "outside of work", that is what I call my life
I don't live to work it's necessity
I won't cover your shift don't bother
I'm off the schedule it's your own problem
I'm high tonight, I will reach the bottom
Of tequila bottles with bikini models
Job's out of sight, Job's out of mind
Gotta leave behind for the wine and the fine girls
Work's killing me, but this is revival
Gotta live it up while I can for survival
I won't grow old and rotten
Spend nights alone just to be forgotten
This is my youth, Imma speak my truth
Don't wanna ceiling, wanna raise the roof
I do this all for the memories and for the melodies
That will shape my life
Hangover tomorrow might test my might
Not feeling no sorrow, cuz I'm out tonight
Work at seven
But I give no fucks
Don't even make eleven, only make ten bucks
I'll stay out til three
And just get crunk
Don't really give a shit if I show up drunk
Flying high like Sputnik from these several Redbull vodkas
Got me fucked up having fun and acting like a little Bakka
I'm like Sokka drinking gin and juice
That cactus kind I'm trippin'
Knock me down and make me laugh like a banana peel slippin'
If you hate your job then put your motherfuckin' hands up
If you hate your job then put your motherfuckin' hands up
I'm not gonna fucking look back
I'm not looking fucking forward
I can't see what's fucking forward
I can't speak I'm looking for words
I can only speak with four words
"Feeling awesome, fuck you" those words
In my Uber there were snores heard
Gotta rest while I can
Tomorrow I got work but damn
I do not think this will come as a shock
But if I feel like shit I'll do it on the clock
If you're too scared to join
You can go home or watch
I just do what I want (Ugh)
Smoking some pot in the parking lot (Ugh)
Catch my ocular redness then this shit is over
But helps with the hangover and acting sober
So Imma get high without hatching a plan
Live in the moment won't think in advance
UPS workers hotboxing in vans
I will deliver, just give me a chance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
I'm not gonna fucking think
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Imma buy another drink
Liquid courage, I am Link
But my princess wearing pink
Cuz my princess got a peach
So I'm staying out til three
In the morning
You know that I'd rather be tired than boring
Out til three
In the morning
Hope I don't get fired and get off with a warning
In the morning
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Scalley
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