8th - Everyday lyrics

[Intro: Apathy] Everyday that he wakes up just seems closer to d**h That's a mystic, stress is wicked, feels like there's nothing left [Hook] He eats the same sh** Driving to work in the same whip Works all week for the same chips Sliding his dick in the same b**h Every month, every week, everyday [Verse1: Apathy] There is no escape Keep on going until your soul will break Bald, out of shape and overweight Now is the time to motivate Drive home pump the sh** Dump your b**h Get a new chick, strictly f** buddy sh** Call work up and quit "What the flip?" "f** off!" Tell your boss to, "s** a dick!" Now you searched on the net for a person to s** You're rehearsing your best game flirt to impress She arrives at 9 when the doorbell chimes It blows your mind homegirls actually fine [Verse2: Apathy] As you climb off top of this girl You're on top of your game On top of the world Go back to your old job, not for respect Or to get your old job back for the last check As you walk through the office you manage to pa** all The desk occupied by this manager a**hole The mug sitting on it says, "#1 Father" The picture beside it is probably his daughter Nah. It can't be. What? Damn, is that right? His daughter is the girl you f**ed last night? That's amazing! What a coincidence Funny how incidence like this ruin girl's innocence If he knew what he held so sacred Had been desecrated he would be filled with hatred Probably wanna hang himself in the basement Instead of trying to face it Thank God you taped it Tomorrow won't be so average Cause he's gonna get a real special package And it really won't matter the amount Cause you sent it out underneath the company's account