Lisa scinta - On my own lyrics

[Verse 1:] Dont act surprised, I got soul like Jackson 5 Cla** get it in with the cla**ic vibe, Im a four course meal ain't no appetizer Word, everybody gotta pay up Forget the everyday stress for a minute Wed rather celebrate like were in the 9th inning Two outs and bout to win the pendant Im waiting on my pay day like Im living in my heyday 19 in the club like JJs drink it up like mayday mayday If I keep going this way I need AA today But Im feeling good and the cheques straight Finally got paid now the day late So I work all day in the job they hate so that they could play all night anyplace they like And its [Hook] Pay day, pay day Whether its 9 to 5 I do it writing rhymes I just gotta survive to get by Till its pay day and its pay day Ive been going all day all night all week Waitin' on a dream and a cup of coffee Get in like, I do The same old thing [x3] [Verse 2:] And Ive been waitin' all week on this paycheque Cause I hate debt, and I got bills to pay before the day sets Trying to keep right but I stay left I ain't checking out But need a rain check, and my girl wants a brand new pay up So I guess I gotta buy another outfit And both kids roll out their own kicks I stretch money like aerobics, love getting paid but hate getting taxed Love getting laid but hate chasin' a** You can't have one without the other, ask a friend You either work it out before you cash it in [Hook] [Verse 3:] When this pay cheque comes I'mma give her A little harm to the lungs and the liver Under the sun with a blunt on the river I give it my all I dont under deliver, feelin' like Im about to slow down but I get up We live it up, we dont ever die down Ready for it all, see it in my eyeballs Till I fall then Imma stand my ground, I work hard for the pay off Play hard before I had a day job I get it in like cool hands Luke, till it blew in my face like blue man group Its [Hook]