i'm like nine hours away from finishing my nine hour shift. and wishing i was gone nine hours ago. 'cause nine hours wasted. tossin' back the chicken. i could've written nine verses just in time for the show. slacker mind state retirin' on time that's borrowed. my motto's i'll stop procrastinatin' tomorrow. i took the sorrow from the windchimes. left happiness lonesome and strung up sarcasm to make the melody wholesome. from my lungs to my feet i'm breathing. everything i speak but now they're charging for oxygen. and the bills due next week. i'll be a day late and a buck short. story of my life. i wish my pay rate was much more. duckin' swords in a rat race. i didn't apply for running towards something that's fake. and thinking why for? they're shutting doors right in my face. and sitting high horse is a car and a dope place something to die for. this is my war. and now i'm schemin' on plots to make my pockets swell. simple livin' is a bitch. but damn i do it well. some are fortunate to make it and. some of 'em fail. some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed. schemin' on plots HEY HEY. simple living is a bitch HEY HEY. some are fortunate to make it HEY HEY. some locomotors push through HEY HEY. i lead a crocodile mile lifestyle i run and slide but when it's time to collide with the bump. i always bail 'cause i'm not ready for that dive or that silly 9-5. solidified career option. a hop skip and a leap away from rock star. and not too far away from fillin' pop's shoes. the idyllic hard workin' type of callous feet. complete with wife kids dog house and picket fence. (that's nonsense). i'm convinced i'm built for better things. and won't settle for the empty smile that cheddar brings. it seems like i'm working hard simply 'cause it's what they say i have to do. you graduate and then you either get a job or you go to school. 12 years wasn't enough?. that's more than half of my life spent. trying to make the world accept me. plus i've got the papers saying that i made it through. now i'm working 2 jobs. 3 with music and you don't respect me?. fuck it i'll retire now you'll work until you're 62. and now i'm schemin' on plots to make my pockets swell. simple livin' is a bitch. but damn i do it well. some are fortunate to make it and. some of 'em fail. some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed. schemin' on plots HEY HEY. simple living is a bitch HEY HEY. some are fortunate to make it HEY HEY. some locomotives push through HEY HEY