Why do you work?
I work to keep the lights on, to write songs to right wrongs when I'm stuck in my head.
Why do you eat?
I eat when I dominate these orders like horsd'oeuvres I murder the wordles I clean
Why do I sleep?
I sleep to keep the rest of the of the weak newbs i see in line multiple times a week because I work like a beast.
I work job after job after job like a boss if I'm not making money then I'm just fuckin lost, lazy can't pay the bills or get the packs that I bought, I mimick the great boss while your all talk.
I sweep and I stack while you weep and all that always talking about your dumbass mistakes, you may hate me but the customers agree that I should be running this place.
while you leave I'm out back stocking and cracking my back for the next rush, now your just hushed, my work ethics embedded my head is on the swivel when I run, hands like a gun, gum gum gatling so rapid it's snapping so fast can't see the order be done.
Why do you work?
I work to keep the lights on, to write songs and to right wrongs when I'm stuck in my head.
Why do you eat?
I eat when I dominate these orders like horsd'oeuvres I murder the wordles I clean
Why do I sleep?
I sleep to keep the rest of the of the weak newbs i see in line multiple times a week because I work like a beast.
When the higher ups come they look at the orders I rung and singing the song of praise, I stack up our money so high from the ground to the sky and see you they think your such a waste, I surprise myself with all the instincts I'm dealt genuinely I'm in need of a raise.
Look.
When your doing the best say it with chest then you can see the haters regret, faces just met with envy and yet they try our food and praises are met, but we are not thick in the head We are better than the rest but we need to accel not retract there's always someone better in the net, so never give up and yes you will stop doing what you love when dead.
