Miss CEO

Nobody's having an original thought
But we're all so eager
To climb in a soap box
We get more progressive
And we're building more shit
But it's all so backwards
Man this is the pits
They say be more productive
And let's all break our backs
So the rich can get richer
Man I hate those fat cats
Woah Woah

Hey Miss CEO!
Rub my elbow, rub my elbow
I don't have an elevator pitch
But miss CEO
You're the baddest bitch

I don't know much about
A famine or a drought
I've only seen the plague
Of greedy men
Of greedy men
Wake up and look around
Red carpet take a bow
Already standing in your
Standing in your grave

Hey Miss CEO!
Rub my elbow, rub my elbow
I don't have an elevator pitch
But miss CEO
You're the baddest bitch

I'm going off the grid
I'll probably do a lot of acid
Maybe come to the conclusion
That this is all one grand illusion
I don't want a thing
To do with you
I don't want a thing
To do with you
I don't want a thing
To do with you anymore

Hey Miss CEO!
Rub my elbow, rub my elbow
I don't have an elevator pitch
But miss CEO
You're the baddest bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Morgan Dale Paxton
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