Gym Cla** Heroes - Simple Living lyrics

[Verse One] I'm like nine minutes away from finishing my nine hour shift and wishin I was gone nine hours ago Cause nine hours wasted, tossin back of this chicken I coulda written nine verses just in time for the show Slacker mindstate livin on time that's borrowed My motto's I'll stop procrastinatin tomorrow I took the sorrow from the windchimes, left happiness lonesome And strung up sarcasm to make the melody wholesome From my lungs to my feet, I'm breathin everything I speak And now they chargin for oxygen and the bill's due next week I'll be a day late and a buck short, story of my life I wish my pay rate was much more, duckin swords in the rat race I didn't apply for runnin towards something that's fake And thinkin, why for? They shuttin doors right in my face And sittin high horse is a car and a dope place Somethin to die for, this is my war, so [Chorus] Now I'm schemin on plots to make my pockets swell Simple livin is a b**h but damn, I do it well Some are fortunate to make it and, some of 'em fail Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed Schemin on plots - HEY, HEY Simple livin is a b**h - HEY, HEY Some are fortunate to make it - HEY, HEY Some locomotors push through - HEY, HEY [Verse Two] I lead a crocodile mile lifestyle, I run and slide But when it's time to collide with the bump, I always bail Cause I'm not ready for that dive or that silly nine to five Solidified career option, a hop skip and a leap away from rock star, and not too far away from fillin pop's shoes The idyllic hard workin type of calloused hands Complete with wife, kids, dog, house, and picket fence, that's nonsense I'm convinced I'm built for better things And won't settle for the empty smile that cheddar brings It seems like I'm workin hard simply cause it's what they say I have to do You graduate and then you either get a job, or you go to school 12 years wasn't enough? That's more than half of my life spent tryin to make the world accept me Plus I've got the papers saying that I made it through Now I'm working 2 jobs, 3 with music and you don't respect me? f** it I'll retire now, you'll work until you're 62, and [Chorus] [whistling until beat stops]