Day Job
I'ma quit my day job
It's fuckin' useless
Everyday I wake up screaming
Saying I don't wanna do it
With my shoes laced tighter
Than some fucking free weed
One toke we're pulling all nighters
Now that I'm free
I'm sleeping in the sun
With my eyes wide open
Like I'm the chosen one
Golden rays hit my forehead
Now I'm so done
Fourth beer passed out broken
Tongue stickin' out my mouth
Waking up to more feds
And my habit goes
Just like a rabbit hole
Cuz the more that I get
It's just the deeper that it goes
And I tried to use the soap
To rub the dirt up off my nose
But the play things are my lord
So I'm searchin' for that thing
And if my friends call
I'm just gonna let it ring
Man I do it to myself
Don't know why I'd call it luck
Don't know why I cry
When I find my friends
Don't give a fuck
But it's probably just cuz
They gotta do their own thing
Don't you wonder what my dreams look like?
Swore they weren't shit til I was grippin' the mic
Now these rhymes that I'm totin'
Feels like I'm reloaded
Man I'm done takin' knives to a gun fight
And I might just wake up
To a text, a breakup
Find myself on a ledge
To a text, we make up
But don't you wonder what my dreams look like?
Swore they weren't shit til I was grippin' the mic
It's like
And my habit goes just like a rabbit hole
It's fuckin' useless
Everyday I wake up screaming
Saying I don't wanna do it
With my shoes laced tighter
Than some fucking free weed
One toke we're pulling all nighters
Now that I'm free
I'm sleeping in the sun
With my eyes wide open
Like I'm the chosen one
Golden rays hit my forehead
Now I'm so done
Fourth beer passed out broken
Tongue stickin' out my mouth
Waking up to more feds
And my habit goes
Just like a rabbit hole
Cuz the more that I get
It's just the deeper that it goes
And I tried to use the soap
To rub the dirt up off my nose
But the play things are my lord
So I'm searchin' for that thing
And if my friends call
I'm just gonna let it ring
Man I do it to myself
Don't know why I'd call it luck
Don't know why I cry
When I find my friends
Don't give a fuck
But it's probably just cuz
They gotta do their own thing
Don't you wonder what my dreams look like?
Swore they weren't shit til I was grippin' the mic
Now these rhymes that I'm totin'
Feels like I'm reloaded
Man I'm done takin' knives to a gun fight
And I might just wake up
To a text, a breakup
Find myself on a ledge
To a text, we make up
But don't you wonder what my dreams look like?
Swore they weren't shit til I was grippin' the mic
It's like
And my habit goes just like a rabbit hole
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Writer(s): Kyler Low
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