9 To 5 - Feat. XI
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[Intro]
[Sample Quote from Office Space]
[Peter Gibbons]
So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, um, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life
[Dr. Swanson]
What about today? Is today the worst day of your life?
[Peter Gibbons]
Yeah
[Dr. Swanson]
Wow, that's messed up
[Sample Quote from Boiler Room]
[Seth Davis]
I tried slinging crack rock and I never had a jump shot. I got to find a job…
[Verse 1 – Benny Medicina]
Pockets hanging out. I walk around this earth with the same smile
In and out of seven bucks, I wished I stayed around
Washed the taste out. Heard about this intellect survive
Paid to surface and deflect the hits or economy slides
Narrow death group. It’s 7:50 now. Shitty town
Watch me sit around all day and still ain’t got it figured out
Bitter mouth from slaving the sweaty hour
Never taking a shower and stacking a fucking penny tower
Many tell us that’s hard work but apart from the fact
That it takes money to make money—it’s hard to get back
We’re charging the trap, plus in large in our part of the map
Dabbling, magic making through music, depart from the past
Scraping bottom—the change in the couch will pay for the fallen
Blaming all of them blatantly and ballin’. Save us the comments
Uh, the days of the honest have came and gone, singin’ the same song
Bringing the [?], the game is made as a pawn
[Interlude 1]
[Sample Quote from Office Space]
[Joanna]
I hate this job! I hate this goddamn job and I don't need it!
[Chorus x2 – QS Zeus]
Yo, is this what I’m gonna have to take to the grave?
Or is this punishment for the mistakes that I made?
Yo, it’s not, but if you stop, you get stuck in disgrace
And ripped off. It happens often—from dust to your coffin
[Verse 2 – Clint Westwood]
Fuck the alarm clock—cheap shot to my job
While [?], large eyes, sporting morning hard cock
Swollen tongue. Dried saliva tastes like [?] rum
No deodorant as I step out into the molten sun
Caught in the idiot race. Lost in the infinite days
With pitiful slaves that piss on your grave for minimum wage
I wish I could scrape just a little of change
Take a fistful of fates to bang in exchange to break the chains, get rid of my reins
I hate my day job. I need a raise God dammit, these lil’ fakers got my big toe in the trigger
This is the way west where pay checks can break necks
Sway belated state debts, space cadets, and trains wrecks
Age of Aquarius—save the kids and bury this
Fuck a terrorist—I’ll give away into some scary shit
Swelling in a hellhole, it feels so bad
No helping hand, they sold my soul to the repo man
[Interlude 2]
[Sample Quote from Office Space]
[Bob Porter]
Looks like you’ve been missing a lot of work lately
[Peter Gibbons]
I wouldn’t say I’ve been missing it
[Chorus x2 – QS Zeus]
Yo, is this what I’m gonna have to take to the grave?
Or is this punishment for the mistakes that I made?
Yo, it’s not, but if you stop, you get stuck in disgrace
And ripped off. It happens often—from dust to your coffin
[Verse 3 – QS Zeus]
Yo, raging torment. Money fails me. Work is all I see too often
These walls, I hear them speak, they say, “Get blocked in.”
All contained inside this life. Drawn this comic drama series
Top competing amateurs, it seems so into Charlie’s theories
There ain’t no better half. There ain’t no greener grass
There ain’t no such thing as luck or even being fast
But you can see it’s rad, but below the surface
Is it’s underground—support beneath the floor is what its purpose is
I spent my time wrong. I’ll spend my bucks worse
Tell me something’s wrong with me, but call me up with pills at first
Yeah, there’s a gift for that: it’s time off and raises
This business is hatred. Jaw-deep in this matrix, though
Helping grow or let go
Ain’t no bankroll in Mexico
So take both your bags and your hopes
But keep the death blow—a minimum wage and some max taxes
Clip that by burning the bridge with your last matchstick
[Interlude 3]
[Sample Quote from Office Space]
[Peter Gibbons]
We don’t have a lot of time on this Earth. We weren’t meant to spend it this way
[Verse 4 – Ex-I]
It goes: lazy days in San Jo
I exercise my right
To walk the block broke, screaming, “Fuck it!” 9 to 5
Maybe I can stack some spare change by the weekend
Until then, I’ll be known as the cheap friend who needs ends
I tend to panhandle—I got quarters to make
So I stand outside of businesses and buck corporate snakes
My portion of pay goes directly to my drinking habits
The other half falls out my pockets while I’m leaning back
Word’s I wasn’t put on this Earth to serve customers
Unless it’s slinging my team’s product (we were customers…)
Juggling money and music. Catch me bumbling stupid
Scribbling blueprints and plans to jumpstart this movement
None of us are slackers, man, that’s the wrong term
We’re all earning our spot, making this job long-term
I’ll walk these busy streets as long as Earth exists
Sporting ripped plaid, faded blue jeans, and dirty kicks
[Interlude 4]
[Sample Quote from Office Space]
[Peter Gibbons]
Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day
[Chorus x2 – QS Zeus]
Yo, is this what I’m gonna have to take to the grave?
Or is this punishment for the mistakes that I made?
Yo, it’s not, but if you stop, you get stuck in disgrace
And ripped off. It happens often—from dust to your coffin
[Outro]
[Sample Quote from American Beauty]
[Lester Burnham]
Look at me, jerking off in the shower. This will be the highlight of my day. It's all downhill from here
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