No Money [Explicit]

Are you bored of working nine 'til five every day of your life
Getting bored of routines and losing your strife
Doing things you don't like 'cause you're falling behind
You got no money, no honey, your shit job and nothing's funny

I can't take a joke and I'm starting to choke
I feel my engine's smoke and I'm starting to float
Can someone help me anchor the fact that I'm angered
I'm barely living, I start dreaming

I don't eat, I don't drink and I'm struggling to sleep
I overthink things I see, was that our wannabe
I don't live like I'm free, do you feel at ease
Cause I'm only a teen, yeah I feel 53
I feel old, bold, go I've been told
I feel rough, tough, I've had enough
I'm serious, delirious, dreariest and hideous
I can't understand the fact my life was like it's always obvious
Take it all or hate it all, I'm done with being bored

Working nine 'til five every day of your life
Getting bored of routines and losing your strife
Doing things you don't like cause you're falling behind
You got no money, no honey, your shit job and nothing's funny

I can't take a joke and I'm starting to choke
I feel my engine's smoke and I'm starting to float
Can someone help me anchor the fact that I'm angered
I'm barely living, I start dreaming

My instincts start to blink and I'm out of sync
And I'm fed up of being pushed around and told what to think
By now would have thought you would have understood
I'm lost in a world that doesn't give a shit
I feel bad, bland, I have no plans
I feel sick, tricked, why you taking the mic
I'm clinical and difficult and cynical, invisible
I wouldn't use my eyes, I hate the thought of looking at it
If you're hating what you're doing then you might as well just quit

Working nine 'til five every day of your life
Getting bored of routines and losing your strife
Doing things you don't like cause you're falling behind
You got no money, no honey, your shit job and nothing's funny

I can't take a joke and I'm starting to choke
I feel my engine's smoke and I'm starting to float
Can someone help me anchor the fact that I'm angered?
I'm barely living, I start dreaming

Are you bored of working nine 'til five every day of your life
Getting bored of routines and losing your strife
Doing things you don't like cause you're falling behind
You got no money, no honey, you're shit job and nothing's funny

I can't take a joke and I'm starting to choke
I feel my engine's smoke and I'm starting to float
Can someone help me anchor the fact that I'm angered
I'm barely living, I start dreaming
I start dreaming
I start dreaming
I start dreaming
I start dreaming