[Intro: Tyler Durden]
God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables – slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. I see all this potential, and I see it squandered
[Verse 1: Bastion]
Stay in my frame when I try to grow
I see nothing but pain flipping the page
I see nothing but haters all running on rage
This my motherfucking ever-lasting reality
Everyday I'm in the presence of mechanical keys
Brain-fried to the waves of the LEDs
My game dies to the sound of the industry
Just lie to mе my passion is a mystery
Passing up the challengе as I'm writing in my passages
Passing down these lessons is apparent to my lineage
So they all see me as a legend when my picture speak
Missions for demolition, some spend obituaries
Have a vision of my enemies in cemeteries
Carry my burdens on my shoulders ain't no picking cherries
Cry to mama she lit a candle to Mother Mary
This my spirit I'm feeding demons like angry fathers
Counting digits I'm stacking longer my founding fathers
[Chorus: Bastion]
I work that shit bitch
9 to 5 bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
I work that shit bitch
Everyday bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
I work that shit bitch
9 to 5 bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
I work that shit bitch
Everyday bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
[Verse 2: Bastion]
I'm in East Austin I wanna find my calling fast
All this rent got me praying for an almanac
Homies beg for the fits with designer swag
Told my superiors I'm further from inferior
Sticking to my roots I'm never living in fear of them
Eat a bitch's ass but I never brown nose a boss
More respect for myself than these bitches wearing Lacoste
Lord gave an obsession that doesn't match my profession
Now I'm crying on beats that turn the vibe to depression
I'm flexing checks that represent my stolen time
I'm dealing with the bullshit that hurts my state-of-mind
Get off right now, off my dick right now
I'm trying to chill right now, blowing up my line
When I'm trying to show my people how my time
Is putting verses to escape where my self allows to elevate
To another surface exploring my purpose
I'm caucasian with that credit, see the way that I work it
[Chorus: Bastion]
I work that shit bitch
9 to 5 bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
I work that shit bitch
Everyday bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
I work that shit bitch
9 to 5 bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
I work that shit bitch
Everyday bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
[Outro: Modern Monk]
God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables – slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. I see all this potential, and I see it squandered
[Verse 1: Bastion]
Stay in my frame when I try to grow
I see nothing but pain flipping the page
I see nothing but haters all running on rage
This my motherfucking ever-lasting reality
Everyday I'm in the presence of mechanical keys
Brain-fried to the waves of the LEDs
My game dies to the sound of the industry
Just lie to mе my passion is a mystery
Passing up the challengе as I'm writing in my passages
Passing down these lessons is apparent to my lineage
So they all see me as a legend when my picture speak
Missions for demolition, some spend obituaries
Have a vision of my enemies in cemeteries
Carry my burdens on my shoulders ain't no picking cherries
Cry to mama she lit a candle to Mother Mary
This my spirit I'm feeding demons like angry fathers
Counting digits I'm stacking longer my founding fathers
[Chorus: Bastion]
I work that shit bitch
9 to 5 bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
I work that shit bitch
Everyday bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
I work that shit bitch
9 to 5 bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
I work that shit bitch
Everyday bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
[Verse 2: Bastion]
I'm in East Austin I wanna find my calling fast
All this rent got me praying for an almanac
Homies beg for the fits with designer swag
Told my superiors I'm further from inferior
Sticking to my roots I'm never living in fear of them
Eat a bitch's ass but I never brown nose a boss
More respect for myself than these bitches wearing Lacoste
Lord gave an obsession that doesn't match my profession
Now I'm crying on beats that turn the vibe to depression
I'm flexing checks that represent my stolen time
I'm dealing with the bullshit that hurts my state-of-mind
Get off right now, off my dick right now
I'm trying to chill right now, blowing up my line
When I'm trying to show my people how my time
Is putting verses to escape where my self allows to elevate
To another surface exploring my purpose
I'm caucasian with that credit, see the way that I work it
[Chorus: Bastion]
I work that shit bitch
9 to 5 bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
I work that shit bitch
Everyday bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
I work that shit bitch
9 to 5 bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
I work that shit bitch
Everyday bitch
They pay me dollars
But I'm never feeling rich rich
[Outro: Modern Monk]
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