Outro
I could spend my life like this
I could wake up every day and spend my life like this
Go to work all day and go to bed at night like this
But it's the opposite when I'm working the late night shift
Something always gets in the way
Five thousand on the City card that I can't pay
It gets scary in my mind when I can't get out
I can hear my ears ringing when the lights go out
Thank God, I'm finding solace in my work now
Touching the divine, maybe I should go to church now
Making something big, I think it's gonna work out
Locking up the studio, I gotta go to work now
Work is death, but death is life
I might tell you something different if you ask me twice
I put the fruit in the drinks and I refill the ice
I can get you one for free if you ask me nice
Look at those who came, asking why they did it
Can you really reach God from a Honda Civic?
'Cause I really feel small, and I've reached my limit
I'm on my last job and I might just quit it
New day, same shit, young dog, old tricks
Clock in, clock out, I'm over all this
Tryna write like Bruce, have a hit like Smith
I'll settle for never working another late night shift
That's all I wrote
I was gonna hang up, thank God I spoke
Didn't know I could feel this beautiful without a girl
Wheels down, greatest city in the world
I could wake up every day and spend my life like this
Go to work all day and go to bed at night like this
But it's the opposite when I'm working the late night shift
Something always gets in the way
Five thousand on the City card that I can't pay
It gets scary in my mind when I can't get out
I can hear my ears ringing when the lights go out
Thank God, I'm finding solace in my work now
Touching the divine, maybe I should go to church now
Making something big, I think it's gonna work out
Locking up the studio, I gotta go to work now
Work is death, but death is life
I might tell you something different if you ask me twice
I put the fruit in the drinks and I refill the ice
I can get you one for free if you ask me nice
Look at those who came, asking why they did it
Can you really reach God from a Honda Civic?
'Cause I really feel small, and I've reached my limit
I'm on my last job and I might just quit it
New day, same shit, young dog, old tricks
Clock in, clock out, I'm over all this
Tryna write like Bruce, have a hit like Smith
I'll settle for never working another late night shift
That's all I wrote
I was gonna hang up, thank God I spoke
Didn't know I could feel this beautiful without a girl
Wheels down, greatest city in the world
Credits
Writer(s): Tyhe Cooper
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