While You're Matter

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