Lyrics:
shots of a dranks, ain’t gone stay
Pick it up your puke, it’s your birthday
Ain’t no workdays anyway
Just make your day like it’s Saturday
Everyday, I
score
And riches live on unfound shore
And workdays are just empty and mundane
Battles are fought in an endless war
And demons keep forgotten scores
Give
the freeway
Thursday was a workday but at least I got to eat cake
Finally Friday its what I been waiting for
Finally my day so what are they hating for
Finally,
on me
Ay, celebrate like my birthday
We be sippin' champagne 'cause we thirsty
I ain't really tryna stress about my workday
Now give me this now give
Whine out on a Wednesday
Glass full cause she thirsty
She said don't drink 'til its Thursday
But she'll come out on a workday
When all work
That sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
And so am I
The workday passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I'm getting paid by
That sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
And so am I
The workday passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I'm getting paid by
forgive me
If you feel a touched underwhelmed
By all my overwhelming negativity
(Negativity)
Who am I and when? When’s my workday end?
And where does "me"
birthday
See you every other weekend now
But not the workdays
Life is war and peace, you gotta be Tolstoy
All you need is you
You gotta make your own joy
a workday, every day's a thirst day
Man, I'm thirsty for the grind and word play
You can't hurt me 'cause I already hurt me
When everything just breaks
From
head was numb
And in your chest your heart came crumbling
Down defeated as you reached
To wrap your flesh around a stranger
Burned out from the workday
are you watching the clock, punching your card,
are you working hardly,
or working?
Are you dressed for success?
while the workday is lurkin'.
I
en strategi
Det workday baby ingen täckning
Låt mig gå fram baby stå still
Jag är kåt för pengar kom in
Jag köper dig online och s fick en nine
A fick
workday boots
That's why I fell in love with him
But I never got past that sun-worn skin
To see what was under all that strong
Till I was gone
delight on gore
I love my profession as mortuary technician
So funny, macabre and sick
I am alone when my workdays ends
Corpses are my only friends
And call me in the morning
Slapdash workday
Turns in to twilight zone
White russian stagedive
Labour stress outblown
Masquerade for the ashgray skin
lost your hair but have no fear
Gone are the days of the tyrants ruling
Square shorten your workday
Increase the vacation time
To utilize the mind's full
You're gonna find, yes you will
That you're beautiful as you feel
Waiting at the station with a workday wind a-blowing
I've got nothing to do but
You're gonna find, yes you will
That you're beautiful as you feel
Waiting at the station with a workday wind a-blowing
I've got nothing to do but
Amongst the chatter of workdays and old dreams
The thin red line holds me to window seats
The wind blows beats with sin don't sleep
But neither can I
You're gonna find, yes you will
That you're beautiful as you feel
Waiting at the station with a workday wind a-blowing
I've got nothing to do but
Singing's a fine lively hood. The only one I got. Struggled to make the rent sometimes since termination of the day job. Kinda weird my workday
That sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
And so am I
The workday passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I'm getting paid by
You're gonna find, yes you will
That you're beautiful as you feel
Waiting at the station with a workday wind a-blowing
I've got nothing to do but
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