Milk & Honey

Isn't it lovely, the money, the countries The places you get to stay? Isn't it funny, too much milk & honey Your hunger has gone away I get up, I get down I get all around I get up, I get down I get all around I am done with punching clocks I am buried in the flock I am banging on your door Knock, knock, knock You got some nerve to say all I do is play I'm out working you every single fucking day I'm all over it baby, hustle, focus I don't give a shit about your Hocus-pocus Beauty in the struggle, I ain't gonna stop 'Til the breath leaves my body, I'ma drop these bops No need for validation, got my concentration Treetop dreams, green aspirations Graduation celebrations, hard work, dedication Big time pay checks, compensation Stick to the plan, 'til it sticks to you Beginners are a dime a dozen, finishers are few Isn't it lovely, the money, the countries The places you get to stay? Isn't it funny, too much milk and honey Your hunger has gone away I get up, I get down I get all around I get up, I get down I get all around I am done with punching clocks I am buried in the flock I am banging on your door Knock, knock, knock Yippee ki-yay, it's a brand-new day This man in the mirror is coming to play Not sure when next time is I'll get a chance Mindset is hands in the dirt, three-point stance My life approach is dominant defensive lineman A savage ravaging at the thought of my assignments Rush, swim, spinorama, whatever it takes No interest in rest, fuck you and your breaks Don't need to feel confident to be braver Not letting tough thoughts control my behaviour Accept uncertainty, do what I want anyway Life means tolerating the game we play Feel good in the morning, shave with Hanlon's razor Urgency these days, like maybe they're endangered Maybe they're endangered Maybe they're endangered Maybe they're endangered Isn't it lovely, the money, the countries The places you get to stay? Isn't it funny, too much milk and honey Your hunger has gone away I get up, I get down I get all around I get up, I get down I get all around I am done with punching clocks I am buried in the flock I am banging on your door Knock, knock, knock