Drapht - Don't Wanna Work lyrics
[Drapht - Don't Wanna Work lyrics]
I never knew what I wanted to pursue as a kid
Finishing Year 12
The world looked bigger than
It ever did before
It's embedded in my forehead
I wasn't ready to be set off on this walk yet
Out on the door step fragile as a war vet
Force fed every single page
In the employment section
Only direction: my rap
And I don't mean wrap like the back
Of a McDonalds doing your burgers
And I don't mean wrap like
Iraqi women under them burkas
No purpose in life
Was only good at sport and drinking
Like Boonie on a flight
Back from UK, new day new dollar
Refused to follow every other blue collar
Just wanted to break the mould
Like Maradona all hands on to reach my goal
But the keyhole was fill with gum
What was to come for the
Kid with the silver tongue?
I had to run for a better day
But in order to do that
Spun shit on my resumé
I was the sole inventor of Lemonade
Taught yoga to Jenny Craig
And Yoda how to levitate
And it still didn't generate shit
Unemployed and already ready to quit
O-o-o ooh!
I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for a jerk
Shirt, suit, tie! I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for the rest of my life
Woah! I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for a jerk
Shirt, suit, tie! I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for the rest of my life
Arrive five minutes late and
They're on my back
Trying to give me the axe like a lumberjack
You're lucky that I'm in
Not going to begin this work
'Cause if I'm paid the minimum
The minimum you're getting
(Too right) In bed, never ready for my alarm
(Oh, shit) Forgot I'm not a farmer
It's too early, hit snooze about thirty
Times before I get up
It's like waking the dead up
Need the cheddar, fed up being a broke-arse
Feel I'm on the wrong track like a go-kart
In Formula 1, you can call it a hunch
But, I don't think I'll last
Here more than a month
(Hey why's that?) Lunch is the
Quickest part of the day
And that half an hour isn't
Even part of my pay
I need to hide a file in a cake
I need to break free
I'm a slave to the wage every week
I don't wanna work!
I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for a jerk
Shirt, suit, tie! I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for the rest of my life
Woah! I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for a jerk
Shirt, suit, tie! I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for the rest of my life
Thinking like a businessman with
His cut backs
You'd think he was Edward Scissorhands
And he substract the heart, the soul
Replace it with the dark, the cold
In the robotic parts that hold him together
Never mattered for the ladies to
Get their foot in
Ladies it's not what you put in
It's more what you put out
If you're good at your job then it's an extra
Nothing sell better than sex does
No texas t break, a cheap skate
No paid holidays or sick leave or days off
(Whaat?) if you take them you're laid off
Like being a slave to Adolf
I don't wanna work!
We work, we earn, we die
A slave the nine-to-five
We work 'til our hearts will stop
We work 'til we work, we earn, we die
A slave the nine-to-five
We work 'til our hearts will stop
We work 'til I don't wanna work
Finishing Year 12
The world looked bigger than
It ever did before
It's embedded in my forehead
I wasn't ready to be set off on this walk yet
Out on the door step fragile as a war vet
Force fed every single page
In the employment section
Only direction: my rap
And I don't mean wrap like the back
Of a McDonalds doing your burgers
And I don't mean wrap like
Iraqi women under them burkas
No purpose in life
Was only good at sport and drinking
Like Boonie on a flight
Back from UK, new day new dollar
Refused to follow every other blue collar
Just wanted to break the mould
Like Maradona all hands on to reach my goal
But the keyhole was fill with gum
What was to come for the
Kid with the silver tongue?
I had to run for a better day
But in order to do that
Spun shit on my resumé
I was the sole inventor of Lemonade
Taught yoga to Jenny Craig
And Yoda how to levitate
And it still didn't generate shit
Unemployed and already ready to quit
O-o-o ooh!
I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for a jerk
Shirt, suit, tie! I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for the rest of my life
Woah! I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for a jerk
Shirt, suit, tie! I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for the rest of my life
Arrive five minutes late and
They're on my back
Trying to give me the axe like a lumberjack
You're lucky that I'm in
Not going to begin this work
'Cause if I'm paid the minimum
The minimum you're getting
(Too right) In bed, never ready for my alarm
(Oh, shit) Forgot I'm not a farmer
It's too early, hit snooze about thirty
Times before I get up
It's like waking the dead up
Need the cheddar, fed up being a broke-arse
Feel I'm on the wrong track like a go-kart
In Formula 1, you can call it a hunch
But, I don't think I'll last
Here more than a month
(Hey why's that?) Lunch is the
Quickest part of the day
And that half an hour isn't
Even part of my pay
I need to hide a file in a cake
I need to break free
I'm a slave to the wage every week
I don't wanna work!
I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for a jerk
Shirt, suit, tie! I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for the rest of my life
Woah! I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for a jerk
Shirt, suit, tie! I don't wanna work
Don't wanna work for the rest of my life
Thinking like a businessman with
His cut backs
You'd think he was Edward Scissorhands
And he substract the heart, the soul
Replace it with the dark, the cold
In the robotic parts that hold him together
Never mattered for the ladies to
Get their foot in
Ladies it's not what you put in
It's more what you put out
If you're good at your job then it's an extra
Nothing sell better than sex does
No texas t break, a cheap skate
No paid holidays or sick leave or days off
(Whaat?) if you take them you're laid off
Like being a slave to Adolf
I don't wanna work!
We work, we earn, we die
A slave the nine-to-five
We work 'til our hearts will stop
We work 'til we work, we earn, we die
A slave the nine-to-five
We work 'til our hearts will stop
We work 'til I don't wanna work