wake up shaking, slowly recognize what day it is
Don't have to worry about what to eat,
I got the store right here, got all I need.
Nothing but the counter and breakfast soup to ready me up,
Once I press play, the day begins, and its time to run.
As the clock strikes 8 I'm bout back again,
Time to get down to business, dirty work don't clean itself.
By 10 o'clock the deeds are done and I'm in dire need,
Grab a smoke in the shower cuz life never ends while you're breathing in.
Its about time to fire up the machines,
get the work done that my mind desprately needs.
Grab another drink from the fridge and dive into the 6 string.
Nows time for whatever, till I turn into the chef.
Get grubbin, scrubbin, and back to the fame.
Whether I'm one or two, it's usually the same,
Till I hit the bricks, and work once again.
Time to hit the hay, and pause till the start of the next day.
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