Molecule. - 40 Hours Lyrics

I wake up every morning like fuck I don't wanna work
I picture myself quitting cause my boss is a jerk
I'm sick of making burgers, servers make me berserk
Losing food, forgetting shit it's getting on my nerves
I would walk out but don't wanna burn this bridge
Also I've made some friends I wouldn't see if I did
However I'm stagnating, dab vaping in the fridge
Waiting to get fired or hear my manager bitch
But I already do
I wanna pursue
A life without chaos but that isn't new
They say saving up pays off but why am I blue
Unmotivated to job search and do an interview
I'm not a corporate kiss ass, I don't care who I'm talking to
Call me in on day off, best believe I'm blocking you
It's shocking who got employee of the month in March
Coming in stoned from smoking blunts in cars
But it's time to work 40 Hours a week
Time to clock in late cause my will is weak
Might as well give up and live on the streets
And cook up some bars cause I got nothing to eat
But it's time to work 40 Hours a week
Time to clock in late cause my will is weak
Might as well give up and live on the streets
And cook up some bars cause I got nothing to eat
I'm a starving artist trying my hardest to stay on beat
But I can't always compete with the snare to complete
A thought so I tear the sheet
If I can't stretch my words I declare defeat
But I come back hungry in the mood to kill it
Lack of support from my dad adds fuel to the skillet
I should go back to school and learn a marketable trade
Contribute to society before my potential fades
But if I don't have the passion I won't make the grade
Hand me a notebook and my Samurai blade
I mean a quill, pen or a pencil
It's essential
Gotta get my thoughts out and I need a utensil
To me boom bap has that fucking credential
Especially if I'm feeling moody like a menstrual
Music is my best friend and I wish it was apprehensible
For everyone instead of living with in the standards of a stencil
But it's time to work 40 Hours a week
Time to clock in late cause my will is weak
Might as well give up and live on the streets
And cook up some bars cause I got nothing to eat
But it's time to work 40 Hours a week
Time to clock in late cause my will is weak
Might as well give up and live on the streets
And cook up some bars cause I got nothing to eat

I wake up every morning like fuck I don't wanna work
I picture myself quitting cause my boss is a jerk
I'm sick of making burgers, servers make me berserk
Losing food, forgetting shit it's getting on my nerves
I would walk out but don't wanna burn this bridge
Also I've made some friends I wouldn't see if I did
However I'm stagnating, dab vaping in the fridge
Waiting to get fired or hear my manager bitch
But I already do
I wanna pursue
A life without chaos but that isn't new
They say saving up pays off but why am I blue
Unmotivated to job search and do an interview
I'm not a corporate kiss ass, I don't care who I'm talking to
Call me in on day off, best believe I'm blocking you
It's shocking who got employee of the month in March
Coming in stoned from smoking blunts in cars
But it's time to work 40 Hours a week
Time to clock in late cause my will is weak
Might as well give up and live on the streets
And cook up some bars cause I got nothing to eat
But it's time to work 40 Hours a week
Time to clock in late cause my will is weak
Might as well give up and live on the streets
And cook up some bars cause I got nothing to eat
I'm a starving artist trying my hardest to stay on beat
But I can't always compete with the snare to complete
A thought so I tear the sheet
If I can't stretch my words I declare defeat
But I come back hungry in the mood to kill it
Lack of support from my dad adds fuel to the skillet
I should go back to school and learn a marketable trade
Contribute to society before my potential fades
But if I don't have the passion I won't make the grade
Hand me a notebook and my Samurai blade
I mean a quill, pen or a pencil
It's essential
Gotta get my thoughts out and I need a utensil
To me boom bap has that fucking credential
Especially if I'm feeling moody like a menstrual
Music is my best friend and I wish it was apprehensible
For everyone instead of living with in the standards of a stencil
But it's time to work 40 Hours a week
Time to clock in late cause my will is weak
Might as well give up and live on the streets
And cook up some bars cause I got nothing to eat
But it's time to work 40 Hours a week
Time to clock in late cause my will is weak
Might as well give up and live on the streets
And cook up some bars cause I got nothing to eat