Rhymes composed specifically for a weird little beat I got sent to me. Title is the title of the original track.
Up when it’s dark and I put on my clothes from the flo and I go to the kitchen
Spit up the last two beers that I drank, put the caps back on, put em back in the fridge’n
I go to the sink, bring a mug to my desk and I cough up a coffee, pick up a butt
And I hack - a cigarette onto the end.
As I forget yesterday’s news with the why when where and the what
Who am I? Think I got lost somewhen
Again, I get in my car and I back out the driveway and then
I pull into work where I sit as I suck words into my pen
And eventually head to the Xerox, and feed in a whole stack of pages, reduce them to one
Keep it sitting on my desk for a bit while I pull a whole book out the shredder, and it never gets done
When I’m done in the morning, I’m left with more work left than was done when I got here
Not only that but my paycheck’s gone, and I’m not sure where, but it’s cool, cause I got beer
So I go home and I back in the driveway, back in the house and I drink two beers and a coffee
And cough in a cigarette, at a set time, drop my clothes on the floor in my room like a zombie
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