Wesley Yanks - Nine To 5 lyrics

[Verse 1] Cooped in a fibre gla** cocoon Screaming down the microphone black wolf, full moon Phonies phoning me, believing they're one over me Its overly dumb cos I was born with a fourth clover leaf Four sided at that and it was lying in my vicinity Patronising a**es, got they a**es on the line I told them f** maturing I'll act my age when I'm 69 Till that day my eyes remain refined on outlines Animations running through my brain and it ain't staying stationed In my head the kid is in a bens stacking plenty papers Far beyond any one statement that is near famous Five on and I'm sure to be the next up Getting jiggy in your ears a young Hue Hefner an*lysing cartoons in the front room dressed up Eddy, Ed and Edd, jaw breakers being fed, to the n******gs saving bread And then gambling instead who, be that dude k**ing beats Jiu-Jitsu Spitting out lyrics like I'm speaking while I'm eating food Gulping caviar and then rapping after in the nude Star hazing got me and my half black a** glued [Hook] Everyday This be my nine to 5 Every night My mind alive Blessings is a stressing if your grind ain't tight My n**uh thats why [Verse 2] I heard you looking at Doom since a n***a played 'super' Holding the dutch and taking pictures with the buda Tryna work in the lab like a smooth Sheldon Cooper Nights in watching 'EveryGame' bloopers envisioning The visions, these riddems, send them like troopers Until every last viewer got a tumour (ain't you heard) The kid spreading like a rumor (thats the word) And now the plague be hitting the late bloomers And now the name be hitting the late cruizers Now people I'm an old soul, got the same pair of nikes 2 years old Pretty cold but the soul still ain't sold Hold up I see these 'jockers' that are tryna mould A diction that a lot of people can't fold I'm a prisoner of my imagination, sharing a cell with a millionaire in the making He sooner could of been a looser and the looser could of been a mover and Moving ain't a good thing if you trying to make a future thats Based on the beginning of being a beat abuser still s**ing up information Humanised hoover like [Hook] Everyday This be my nine to 5 Every night My mind alive Blessings is a stressing if your grind ain't tight My n**uh thats why My n**uh thats why [Bridge] Its all the time on the grind Taking over my life all the time (my life, my life, my life, my life)