I wake up in the morning, throw a book at my alarm clock Cuz I don't want to get out of bed and ready for work Cuz I hate my job and I'm not kidding If you hate your job, everybody say it with me "I don't want to go to work, I don't want to pay the bills Even though these kids keep crying, I don't want to Feed their ass for real, I don't want to fill this gas tank up Only to run it down, becoming an adult FUCKING SUCKS But I guess we know that now, don't we?" I don't want to work a job where my hours set But ain't nobody paying me to make my music yet When you dream big and the cost high It's gone make you want to go backwards I've been carrying this shit 10 years So I'm not surprised that my back hurts But you know responsibility won't wait for anybody So it really don't matter what you want to do or you don't Because these bills gotta get paid and that don't Happen if you don't, so the only thing to ask yourself Is if you will or won't and I don't like that question Cuz it don't leave room for the grey It won't leave you too much room for you to get away From having to know the answer, to "What you about to do?" When all I really want to do is get paid to create Without working a side job that I have to do! I wake up in the morning, throw a book at my alarm clock Cuz I don't want to get out of bed and ready for work Cuz I hate my job and I'm not kidding If you hate your job, everybody say it with me "I don't want to go to work, I don't want to pay the bills Even though these kids keep crying, I don't want to Feed their ass for real, I don't want to fill this gas tank up Only to run it down, becoming an adult FUCKING SUCKS But I guess we know that now, don't we?" I hope you know how to hustle, cuz a day job gonna crush you And when you add it with them taxes, it's like Debo gone rush you When you don't want none of that smoke, that's why you're Always stressed out, it's like the chimney sitting on top Of your house ain't nothing to write home about That's smoke and mirrors, I will put my foot right THROUGH That glass, that's why they do not bother me And they be treating you that bad, I will quit in an instant Whenever I'm disrespected, none of that Stockholm syndrome Whenever I feel neglected, shake it off shake it off Taylor taught me, never give a damn about a hater thought For all I care, they can get hit by a truck, After playing in traffic all day and leak out every last drop Of their tomato sauce, after tryna tell me I ain't the boss Cuz that's crazy talk, like me not turning around To watch some booty jiggle when a lady walk I wake up in the morning, throw a book at my alarm clock Cuz I don't want to get out of bed and ready for work Cuz I hate my job and I'm not kidding If you hate your job, everybody say it with me "I don't want to go to work, I don't want to pay the bills Even though these kids keep crying, I don't want to Feed their ass for real, I don't want to fill this gas tank up Only to run it down, becoming an adult FUCKING SUCKS But I guess we know that now, don't we?"