Roll on six o'clock, I'm ready to go
I got trouble on my mind but I can't let it show
I've been waiting all day to finally be free
But this productivity has got a hold on me
I've had enough
Time to kick up my feet
Busting my ass for what? It ain't enough
Got me drained, can't complain. Guess I'm just outta luck
There's so much on my mind and it makes me think
Why I'm counting down the hours to my first drink
I've had enough
Time to kick up my feet
Wear me out. Crush my soul
Time to kick, time to kick, time to kick up my feet
Fix my code, I'll implode, it'll do me good
Tell me, what's inside, why you think I should
I hate it, everything you fed to me
It only took a lot of shit for me to see
I've had enough
Time to kick up my feet
Burning out from this 9 to 5
Typing away as I slowly die
From these glowing screens and backlit keys
That are slowly but surely killing me
And it's the constant deadlines, meetings and objectives
Office politics with different perspectives
And that's why, that's why
It's time to kick, time to kick, time to kick up my feet