While You're Matter - Bert Knox, lamuse

I wake up in the morning

Kick my shoes and put my slacks on

I guess It’s back on

I’m waiting till I’m old enough to pass on

Freedom with the will so I can rap on

I’m working for purpose

I’m thinking but I’m yearning

And everybody’s certain

I’m just over 9 to 5's

The drive I really got it

Not for this It’s in a different pocket

Haven’t perfected it to make a profit

I’m being honest

I’m zoned out half the time on the job

Dreaming ‘bout this life like me and niggas could swap

Workers give me props

'Cause I’m young and I’m still chasing it

Dreams is what they left in the dirt when they was settling

Doctor really stage gifted

But he stay hidden

He treat it like a hobby he lack vision

Shit

He’s a fucking optomologist

Stupid

Uhh

I just need the bag in my bag then I’m out

Elbows on the desk fist pressed against my mouth

I’m gonna do it till I’m great

Do it calmly for the cake

And then I’m out

And then I’m out

Uhh

And then I’m out

I’m side stepping, Euro bouncing then I’m clocking out

If you not talking money then

I don’t know what you talking 'bout

It’s cliché, might be late

Sorry I’ve been dreaming 'bout that cheesecake

We going dutch now say good bye to all them free dates

I got me a check and I spent it

Honestly I am offended

That you would think I’d work a 9−5

Please don’t recommend it

I think I rather live a life that might be more expensive

That’s the issue I won’t press it, I don’t have to

I’ve been about my shit, no grad school

I rather keep my energy, eventually

Make music they’ll remember me for

They’ll love and adore me

For now I’m in the breakroom coolin', drinking a 40

Oh he, working like he trying to pay a boat lease

Lobster and pasta, tell them I want more cheese

And I work it too, plus the OT

And they know me as a the red eyed monster

Fuck around and eat up all your lasagna

Straight up out the fridge even if it got your name on it

'Cause I don’t give a fuck

'Cause we don’t give a fuck