WORK
How do you feel about; every day,
Usually nine to five,
Doing something that you hate
Just to stay alive?
Your car, your house, etcetera,
The bills that all come too,
Surely everything you need
Depends on what you do
I work to do as little as possible;
F*ck the world and its rules.
I've done whatever the f*ck I like
For most of my life. Them fools.
At times it sucked, sometimes twas good,
We all know how it goes.
But money never was a thing
That kept me on my toes
So if you're taking anything
at all from this rhyme,
I'd say that money buys a lot,
But doesn't buy you time
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