I work from 6 to 2
Got a lot of things to do
Days are filled with shit
Got to make things fit
Clock's still, RUNNING FAST
Hurry up you'll finish last
I'm on my way to go to bed
My head's running low I'm dead
Workaholic, lyricist is out of order
Can't get it done so sing old words
A narcissist, would make our days even longer
So now it's time to sing new words
I tried on all my shoes
Nothing really fit
It seems like days are shorter
So pretty much I'm feeling older
I'll make things right
Before my days are over
I'll make it right
To show the world I'm better