| I’m like nine hours away from finishing my nine hour shift
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| And wishing I was gone nine hours ago
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| 'Cause nine hours wasted tossin' back the chicken
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| I could’ve written nine verses just in time for the show
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| Slacker mind state retirin' on time that’s borrowed
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| My motto’s I’ll stop procrastinatin' tomorrow
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| I took the sorrow from the windchimes
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| Left happiness lonesome and strung up
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| Sarcasm to make the melody wholesome
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| From my lungs to my feet I’m breathing
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| Everything I speak but now they’re charging for oxygen
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| And the bills due next week, I’ll be a day late and a buck short
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| Story of my life, I wish my pay rate was much more
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| Duckin' swords in a rat race
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| I didn’t apply for running towards something that’s fake
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| And thinking, why for, they’re shutting doors right in my face
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| And sitting high horse is a car and a dope place
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| Something to die for, this is my war
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| And now I’m schemin' on plots to make my pockets swell
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| Simple living is a bitch but damn, I do it well
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| Some are fortunate to make it and some of 'em fail
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| Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed
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| Schemin' on plots, hey hey
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| Simple living is a bitch, hey hey
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| Some are fortunate to make it, hey hey
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| Some locomotors push through, hey hey
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| I lead a crocodile mile lifestyle I run and slide
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| But when it’s time to collide with the bump
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| I always bail 'cause I’m not ready for that dive
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| Or that silly 9−5 solidified career option
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| A hop skip and a leap away from rock star
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| And not too far away from fillin' pop’s shoes
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| The idyllic hard workin' type of callous feet
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| Complete with wife, kids, dog, house and picket fence
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| That’s nonsense, I’m convinced I’m built for better things
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| And won’t settle for the empty smile that cheddar brings
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| It seems like i’m working hard simply
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| 'Cause it’s what they say I have to do
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| You graduate and then you either get a job or you go to school
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| 12 years wasn’t enough, that’s more than half of my life spent
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| Trying to make the world accept me
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| Plus I’ve got the papers saying that I made it through
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| Now I’m working 2 jobs
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| Three with music and you don’t respect me?
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| Fuck it I’ll retire now, you’ll work until you’re 62
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| And now I’m schemin' on plots to make my pockets swell
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| Simple living is a bitch but damn, I do it well
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| Some are fortunate to make it and some of 'em fail
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| Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed
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| Schemin' on plots, hey hey
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| Simple living is a bitch, hey hey
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| Some are fortunate to make it, hey hey
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| Some locomotives push through, hey hey |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Simple Livin', artist - Gym Class Heroes. Album song The Papercut Chronicles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп