Lyrics
My alarm sounds off, shit its time to go to work now
Fucking great, heads pounding like it’s 3rd round
Dope night, now a shitty afternoon
But then I start to think about the things I’d rather do
I’d rather, drink a bottle of peroxide and not die
Go to the doc and get a note to prove I’m not lying
Shit I could eat a bowl of scorpions, it’s probably good
I’d rather walk around shirtless in Hollywood
I’d probably rather give a homeless guy a pedicure
As long as I don't have to waste my day up at the register
Maybe I could go to jail cuz I’d rather do that
Or throw away this verse and just come up with a new rap
I’d rather go and get a fucking root canal
Or transcribe every single rap song by Juvenille
It's stupid how I’m kinda sounding like I’m on strike
But every time I go to work I’m looking at the clock like
Can I leave yet?
Can I leave yet?
Maybe another day
There’s gotta be another way, right?
Can I leave yet?
Can I leave yet?
Maybe another day
There’s gotta be another way, right?
Okay I'm running just a little late but I got a master plan
That was up until I ran into a massive traffic jam
Shit now what? It’s like the karma gods are after me
But then I start to think of all the places that I’d rather be
I’d drive all the way to Boca Raton
Just to buy P. Diddy a fuckin Toblerone
I’d be at the DMV, waiting for the number that they given me
I bet you that they never call infinity
And this is me just venting for a second
Did I mention I’d prefer to host an opiate convention?
Have you ever been to Compton? Cuz I’d rather be there
With pink shoes, yellow pants, blue shirt and green hair
I’d rather be in Pakistan with 2chainz
Or drinking fucking sake bombs with Lui Kang
Almost there now I’m just waiting at the cross light
But bet you when I get to work I’m looking at my boss like
Can I leave yet?
Can I leave yet?
Maybe another day
There’s gotta be another way, right?
Can I leave yet?
Can I leave yet?
Maybe another day
There’s gotta be another way, right?
So I step into work, guess its time to slang these dinner plates
My boss is bugging just because I’m 5 minutes late
And as I’m thinking bout just telling him that I quit
I think of all the people that I’d rather spend my time with
Like this guy, I knew in elementary school
Kind of like an asshole, yo he wasn't very cool
Snitched on everybody till he got a black eye
But yeah, I’d probably rather hang out with that guy
I’d rather hang out with Kim Jong Un
Play some ping pong, go and get some dim sum too
Shit, I’d rather be in an octagon with Rampage
Or walking around like a mummy covered in some band-aids
I’d rather walk to Morocco just to talk to my father
Or go and get my haircut by a blind barber
Why bother? The free ways to rock mics
But till then I’m just looking at my watch like
Can I leave yet?
Can I leave yet?
Maybe another day
There’s gotta be another way, right?
Can I leave yet?
Can I leave yet?
Maybe another day
There’s gotta be another way, right?
Written by: Othellobt
