Hexavalent
I gotta get up
I gotta get going
I gotta chase this bag
Capitalistic market
Society is trash
Trying to suck off about
45 corporate dick
Working a nine to five
Has got me pissed
I'm sick
Fuck
Add a line
That sounds divine
And swallow every sip
Acclimate to climate change
Then blame it on the kids
Patronizing agonizing
Monetary shift
I wanna spend the big bucks
I wanna get rich
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out die
Caged locked in a screaming silence
Agonizing torture
Swallowed by a mercy giving
Lying deed a forger
Grasping for aligning pieces
Made to be misleading
Lost within a sea of time
When will it ever end
Remains
Never ending past
In return again
Reaching for fulfilling substance
But I am a lie
Ha ha ha ha
Mundane
Made to last
Are my own remnants
Failures call is all but imminent
But I am alive
Ha ha ha ha
I gotta get up
Yeah gotta get going
Gotta get this bag
Society it makes me scream
And I'm just so damn glad so
(Hey I'm happy hey hey I'm happy)
Tear yourself a hole
(And it's gonna be a party)
And drink from my heart
(When I bring the Bacardi)
My life is yours to live
(We happy few will take care of you)
My life is yours
(Take care of you)
Too live
(Take care of you)
In a minute
We can make a scene
Gonna make it quick and clean
And live out our dreams
(Take care of you)
Psycho manic
In a minute
We can lounge in town
But don't make a sound
Or they'll come around
(Care of you)
I gotta get going
I gotta chase this bag
Capitalistic market
Society is trash
Trying to suck off about
45 corporate dick
Working a nine to five
Has got me pissed
I'm sick
Fuck
Add a line
That sounds divine
And swallow every sip
Acclimate to climate change
Then blame it on the kids
Patronizing agonizing
Monetary shift
I wanna spend the big bucks
I wanna get rich
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out
Clock in, clock out die
Caged locked in a screaming silence
Agonizing torture
Swallowed by a mercy giving
Lying deed a forger
Grasping for aligning pieces
Made to be misleading
Lost within a sea of time
When will it ever end
Remains
Never ending past
In return again
Reaching for fulfilling substance
But I am a lie
Ha ha ha ha
Mundane
Made to last
Are my own remnants
Failures call is all but imminent
But I am alive
Ha ha ha ha
I gotta get up
Yeah gotta get going
Gotta get this bag
Society it makes me scream
And I'm just so damn glad so
(Hey I'm happy hey hey I'm happy)
Tear yourself a hole
(And it's gonna be a party)
And drink from my heart
(When I bring the Bacardi)
My life is yours to live
(We happy few will take care of you)
My life is yours
(Take care of you)
Too live
(Take care of you)
In a minute
We can make a scene
Gonna make it quick and clean
And live out our dreams
(Take care of you)
Psycho manic
In a minute
We can lounge in town
But don't make a sound
Or they'll come around
(Care of you)
Credits
Writer(s): Keegan Helsong
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