Late again for a job I detest,
Knowing I could’ve made a profit off of what I do best.
Let Me Out.
Catch the Bus, then the Train, damn it it’s late,
Gotta spend $20 on Uber to get to a job that I hate.
Let Me Out.
Rippin’ and Runnin through this pedestrian traffic mentally cussin out every human face I see,
Job’s on the line, bills are late, wife talkin’ about leavin’ me.
Let Me Out.
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