I sit cutting chipboard with a shitty face.
No matter how good my work is it wont be good enough
Compared to your life mine is tough
This aint crazy it’s just fucked up
The way I miss out is kinda ruff
While all ya out, Im working
but you don’t know what that’s about
You spending your money on hoes and droes
im buyin supplies, you fuckin wit your nose
This shit blows im pullin an all nighter fuck you
You a pussy, im a fighter.
Time is the enemy of this busy place I sit cutting chipboard with a shitty face
Time is the enemy, g-d grant me a period of grace Goin against the clock, is like runnin a race.
Time moves at the speed of light
I cut one piece and it takes all night
This shit aint right, gatta go to bed,
but the scheduals too tight.
I need to grab a bite, lookin like an anorexic dike.
I look to the side and hes all I see
every night, Somebody help me
I aint feelin alright, I don’t want to fight
Too much hatred within my sight
reminds me of a bullfight with me at the spotlight.
Problem is I feel this way every night.
I gata write, cuz on paper my future looks bright
Time to end this song and say goodnight.
Time is the enemy of this busy place.
I look at my trance and embrace my duty to this place.
Cuz im the ace theyll never replace.
