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Knox
Sell his granny for some high yield stocks
Always thinks outside the box
Always wears hilarious socks

Office politics, office politics
Office

an office; I'm the boss of his own boss desk
Don't call my work phone if ain't serious; I won't answer it
I should be the last resort if someone can't handle

13 hours later, the business meeting Harold had been
Carefully preparing for— a meeting that, for all intents
And purposes, was essential to the future

There's a little office worker, Doesn't have a lot to say
He don't look forward to the future, He just lives from day to day
And in the morning when

However the streets care to define it
I don't know
I'm in my office
I'm on my boss shit
I can't call it
What you offering
And what the cost is
I'm all on it

on the hills.
Liar in office with his hundred dollar bills,
Gasoline tongue flip cyanide pills.
You ready? (There's a fire on the hills)
It's on (There's a fire

always choose me when I'm acting right
Always choose me at the end of the night ('cause I)
I want it (all)

I'll be damned if you pick apart my future (my

can't break (uh)
That's the one, do music for fun
Give deals to artists (yeah)
Pull up to the office (yeah)

Yeah, I'm from the project so quadruple

The humming of fluorescent lights
I sit in my office and look outside
The rainwater is coming inside
Where am I

Haunting hallways, forgotten futures

Lately I’ve been feeling I have snapped
People say I’m crazy I say what the fuck is that
Office trynna’ teach me fuckin’ etiquettes
I won’t ever

these office jobs
If you work on a computer now
Right
In an office
Right
You should be fucking worried
Because this A.I
Right They don't
Once they've got

Office Love

The Pretty Things

Cross Talk

1980

a visual treat.

The office staff begin the humdrum
Making the hours and the money flow.
The guilty lovers keep their secret
And hope it doesn't show.

Office anyplace in the free
World must make obeisance to God
Or risk immediate opprobrium our
Press accurately reflects the religious
Nature of our society

have a dream before you say what you said
Then step into my office and kneel down to your future king
But I will have to pencil you in
Kneel down to your

London, May 14th
Floor 31, Maple St. Office 13
Going down, elevator screams
Screeching nothing clean
Bottom floor, take a walk
Through the street, have

If you are my future employer turn this shit off
Im about to get fired
I didnt go to work today cuz i was tired
Last night i didn't go to bed cuz i

taking calls
This office is not taking calls

Sometimes I think that cheapness
Could be the thing that kills
Any semblance of a future
And our marketable

I'm not even going to try to fucking tell any jokes, I'm just going to tell the future generation
To pay your fucking bills on time
Because if you

I'm Nostradamus!

So come into the coroner's office, cus I swore I'd operate like a motherfuckin' doctor when I'm on it, 

I'm Nostradamus


Okay,

Locked inside an office
Bitch get off my profit
How could they not see
The way my eyes were circling sparkling neurons, the smell of doritos
The way

underestimated, So unaccounted for
Then you want to call me to
Your office right after school
And tell me your version of my future

But let’s take all the frames

and I move my hand
From 'round her pillow to the nightstand
And straighten Miss Emily's picture by my bed

Go to the office the work's piled up
Pour

a nine-to-five on Wall Street

When I was an office manager I
Wasn't having the same conversation
In the office that I was having on the block
But I was still

some rhymes and lyrics that I write
It's a last ditch effort to take control of my life
If I could write myself back, I'd write to open my eyes
Future