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.

Revolving door, hurry up and let me into this corporate chaotic hell on earth I call my job,

Rushin’ to the elevator, up and around the escalator, I’m comin through, didn’t see that hot coffee, damn it Bob!

Let Me Out!

White shirt brown, neck tie drowns, skin burnin on my chest and all I want to do is so best,

Shit hurts. But what’s worse I’m walking to my cubicle with all eyes locked on my new coffee brown best corporate dress.

Let Me Out.

And Here he comes aiming for my desk with that big boss strut,

Eyes flamin, fist clinchin, ready to do you know what.

Let Me Out.

All day pain, All year the same, ain’t nothin gonna change so I want out,

My life is all wrong, my wife is pretty much gone, I got nothin else under the sun, I want out.

Let Me Out. Let Me the Fuck Out!

He about to open his mouth, he bout to breathe out those words, he about to drop the verbal pink slip from that mustache covered lip,

Here comes the dip!…slip…snatch…slice…stab…drip…blood…from…the tip.

Out…I’m Out.

Call the police…call the wife…I got a new life…thanks to the envelope knife,

I created this monster but this monster saved me and this monster is my new boss, this monster is my life.

I’m Out!