Lyric

Six in the morning, my phone starts to buzz

It’s not my girl, it’s the boss, just because

Sucking my soul, draining my energy…

Coffee in hand, here comes the frenzy

(Whew!)

And the boss comes with that “buddy talk”:

“Wear the shirt, success is in your walk!”

Throws me a sweet just to make me work twice

But my back ain’t made of lead, that’s not nice

It’s just work, work, work!

The whole damn week is just work, work, work!

We live to pay the bills, oh yeah!

And the weekend’s just a dream, I swear!

This ain’t living, just running in circles

Chasing a dream that maybe ain’t even ours

Monday, I grind. Tuesday, I’m shot

Wednesday, somehow I’m still not forgot

Thursday, my head’s about to blow

“Fri-yay?” Nah! Gotta go, go, go

It’s just work, work, work!

The whole damn week is just work, work, work!

We live to pay the bills, oh yeah!

And the weekend’s just a dream, I swear!

I wanted sun, the beach, a ride…

But the credit card bill won’t let that slide

I wanted sleep without an alarm…

But anxiety keeps sounding the alarm

(Ah…)

Just work…

Endless…

And tomorrow… it starts again