A Vibe Called Blessed - McDowell's Lyrics

I wake up
Feeling like the G.O.A.T
But work a nine to five that's a J.O.K.E
(F*ck!)
I wish this rap shit would pay me
Until then I'm listening to this bitch name Sadie
Who thinking she the master to the slave
Cuz I'm in the f*cking grey polo
With the same logo
Hoe you just the manager
You ain't no CEO
I told her watch her funking tone when she be talking to me
Barking and shit with that coffee breath strangling me
Spark me a spliff so I don't end up getting anger and be
That crazy motherf*cka who got fired last week
(Why?)
Cuz he peed in the tea and spit on burgers
I be socially conscience
But still might catch me rocking a grill
And throwing dollars while she pop lock and drop it on bills
This is the life and times of an average Joe
But no Joe-Shmoe flow
I'm a dog bitch now you know

Nine to Five
Nine to Five
(F*ck that!)
Five to Nine
Frying my brain on this lame as gig
Boy I'm trying to be great
But mediocre mundane plague my everyday
Nine to Five
Nine to Five
(F*ck that!)
Five to Nine
Frying my brain on this lame as gig
Boy I'm trying to be great
But mediocre mundane plague my everyday

Plotting with my past and my energy be showing it
Practicing passion passing down my ideologies classics
Most people see my story as strategic
Young addicted to Mary Lucy emotions is valid
You can call me the average twenty something year old
Trying not to lose it and the world got me feeling bold yet unwanted
But still I got to flaunt it like I own it every day
Mind on my money
Money on my mind it keep me sane
F.O.C.U.S that's focus
And if you see us in the street just quote this
Stop look and listen is the education
Trilogy for a country full of thieves crooks and white men
I hold my breath to fit in
Got tired
Said f*ck it cause of ruckus cuz the future is ours
Forty-Five showed us what could happen
Giving power to cowards
Now we're stuck where the trap is
Yet we're worried bout' trapping and capping they asses
If you ask me
Should be worried bout' surviving
Know it ain't guaranteed

(F*ck you, f*ck you, you're cool, and f*ck you I'm out!)

Nine to Five
Nine to Five
(F*ck that!)
Five to Nine
Frying my brain on this lame as gig
Boy I'm trying to be great
But mediocre mundane plague my everyday
Nine to Five
Nine to Five
(F*ck that!)
Five to Nine
Frying my brain on this lame as gig
Boy I'm trying to be great
But mediocre mundane plague my everyday
Nine to Five
Nine to Five
(F*ck that!)
Five to Nine
Frying my brain on this lame as gig
Boy I'm trying to be great
But mediocre mundane plague my everyday
Nine to Five
Nine to Five
(F*ck that!)
Five to Nine
Frying my brain on this lame as gig
Boy I'm trying to be great
But mediocre mundane plague my everyday

Thank you for your patience
The Heavenly Father is currently on a call
And will be with you shortly