9 to 5, My Time (Bonus) Lyrics

Sick of workin' this 9 to 5 round clock

They expect us to be ride or die

This out version of slavery

Manipulate emotions to play me

They can toss, discard, disown me

Treat me like they just own me

The truth is that they owe me

My time, my time, my time

Another mornin' prepin' same broken doors to step in

Anticipatin' the hate, it's just fake acceptance

Seein' time crawl, suicide with a deadly weapon

Drinkin' moonshine, 2 nights, a dying message

Early, noon, night, still working the graveyard

Diggin' up our own bodies, playin the same cards

Our twilight zone really ain't far

I understand why some on the block with AR's

Tired of this image, the persona of timid

Holdin' back like, this dawg can't get vicious

Glad I stopped wearing a watch now

Cuz on the way to clock in, i'm waitin' to clock out

To be honest i ain't here for the respect

You can see me then neglect

Ranza, how's ya day?

I'm here man, don't worry bout it

View it as a test, what's the limit to my stress

I'd quit this bitch again, if i need this fuck check

Flip the shit

Turn nothing into something

Turn a dollar

To a hunnid

This job

It can crumble into rubbish

Startin' to rumble in my stomach

I'm gettin'

Sick of workin' this 9 to 5 round clock

They expect us to be ride or die

This out version of slavery

Manipulate emotions to play me

They can toss, discard, disown me

Treat me like they just own me

The truth is that they owe me

My time, my time, my time

If you gotta eat then you gotta die

I see ya little weapons tryna hide

Hello

Let'em put you on game

Goodbye

It's cool, i'll dig myself up out of my own grave

I'm losin' patience, i'm done waiting

They limitations, created, i can't relate

I'm not complacent, I'm anxious for brighter days

Their favoritism is contagious to they hate

The temptation be flirtations wit no taste

Not my fate, i'm on my way to be self-made

They blazed Oklahoma's reparations

Still ain't been the same since those flame dates

Now tell me bout the pains, how much it hurt

Do you feel it in yo veins, how much you worth

Same cycle, seems insane a bit a absurd

Not to walk towards freedom I deserve

They won't you dead for the bread in yo sleep

Comatose from the heat

Woke up in sweat, chills, eyes watery

The sign is beat, congestion, the pressure

If I haven't ate, i ain't face cold defeat

I'm gettin'

Sick of workin' this 9 to 5 round clock

They expect us to be ride or die

This out version of slavery

Manipulate emotions to play me

They can toss, discard, disown me

Treat me like they just own me

The truth is that they owe me

My time, my time, my time