X-el - Overworked Lyrics

These bills I hate
Always over worked
But never over paid
Money in my pocket but it never seems to stay
All my daughter wants to do is go outside with me and play
But again I gotta tell her sorry baby, daddies working late.
I look in her eyes so saddened by my own despair
Anger fills my blood, outside views make it seem like I don't care
I want nothing less than to take her to Disney to show all of the princesses that my princess is pretty
I'm so sick and tired of just talking to myself
All alone in this booth,
I don't know what to do,
I cauterize a beat, my, whole entire dream
Is just an offset to me, the harder I press the scale the heavier the weight seems
I've always been able to drop the bombs though
The problem is the brain between my skull is f*cking hostile
It's toxic to me, by letting out the fumes I breathe,
Maybe if I didn't hate myself so much I'd f*cking be free
It's hard to diss a narcissist like this a f*cking monster in this bitch
You push me too far and I'll stick to dominating shit,
I'm a hypocrite it seems, I love myself so much I hate myself
For not being so much farther ahead of all you stupid bitches

That's what I'm starting to love the most though.
Being like the ghost of the game just slitting throats, yo
It wasn't my idea to be the lights to deer
But you there and I'm here so down you go bro
Not to show boat
You and I know though that I am better in every single way
No matter the time a day
I'm like cinnamon toast crunch while you are stale corn flake
I'm X-el bitch and you better remember the name ye ye ha
I'm coming in this bitch raw as f*ck without new kids
Now you know exactly who the real, golden goat is
Not a dead beat like my dad
Want the smoke then puff puff pass
You buck at me and I'll buck right back
I swear to you I'll never have enough
Even when I have it all
I been so humble my whole life
I hold my mic so tight
Like a ball point pen in a sword fight
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
My art literally is cold as ice
Artillery is so precise
You scratch your head it's due to lice
I carve my future for a better life

Look at me just hydroplaning all over this beat, bitch
Flows upon them flows watch em bleed, I'm what a beast is
Tampax in the back for all those who feel so attacked (pussies)
Pussies will be pussies
That's okay with me, I need a little snack
All you can eat buffet
Well, then I'ma clean my plate
I'ma go back for seconds, and thirds, and fourths until we can't come again to this place, okay?
Sweet okay
Wait a minute what is the bill, do you have money to pay?
I've been overworked and underpaid
That's the problem that I mentioned earlier
My bills are late, I got money in my pocket but it never seems to stay
That's just how we are living in this life time
Wishing I could make a living writing all of my rhymes
Overworked
Underpaid