Work

(Fuck a 9-5)
(Fuck a 9-5)
(I said fuck a 9-5)
Too often stressing me out (babe)
Jus sit down, we can shell, this shit out, hermit, crustacean
Still my, babe
Still steady stressing me out (Ayyee)
I come home, day of work, play a game, write a verse, still I'm lazy
But here I am sanging
You set on stressing me out

Afraid I might die soon if I don't pick up my two feet (ahh)
Mortal mastery of my own being I'm a senile
Ornery, catastrophe, no I don't need ya re-dial
Poseidon, I master the sea, now
Too often persuaded by the, wave
My tidal stays
Imma human cannonball, my body making waves
Imma do this way I want, don't need ya complications
I'm to often trynna fine a way, keep my mental safe
Trynna manifest better days
My journal filled up
If you know me, imma practice, know my pockets filled with litter
Too young to worry bout stressing bout, time I done spent up
My family proud, oh so proud, I keep my chin up
I get up regret, all the shit, I do now
My name tag a mess
I'm depressed
Fake a smile
I'm doin my best, but I'm late, for the crown
I might walk out in a minute, hold it down
I get up regret, all the shit, I do now
My name tag a mess
I'm depressed
Fake a smile
I'm doin my best, but I'm late, for the crown
I might walk out in a minute, hold it down

Too often stressing me out (babe)
Jus sit down, we can shell, this shit out, hermit, crustacean
Still my, babe
Still steady stressing me out (Ayyee)
I come home, day of work, play a game, write a verse, still I'm lazy
But here I am sanging
You set on stressing me out



Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Ezell
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