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TWO WEEK'S NOTICE
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Pop
TWO WEEK'S NOTICE was released on May 23, 2025 by Cat Breath Records as a part of the album THESPIAN
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Release DateMay 23, 2025
LabelCat Breath Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Zurn
Zach Zurn
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Joseph
Adam Joseph
Songwriter
Zach Zurn
Zach Zurn
Songwriter
Josh Brundige
Josh Brundige
Songwriter
Trevor Born
Trevor Born
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Zurn
Zach Zurn
Engineer

Lyrics

I can't come to work right now
I'm trying to find my way before I drown
Been suffocating too long in this bubble
Won't be surprised if I die here
Put another show on
Ain't a uniform, it's another costume on
I don't care 'bout your day
I don't shit where I eat
But it's something you can chew on
You have lost your mind
If you think my time
Is yours for the taking
Give a nod and a smile
The exhaustion is wild
And my sanity is break-break-break-break
Break it down and assimilate
I'm just, I'm just getting paid
I'm more than, more than a pretty face
I'm done in about ten business days
I can't come to work right now
I'm trying to find my way before I drown
Been suffocating too long in this bubble
Won't be surprised if I die here
I don't wanna work
I was trading time for money
Now I'm paying cash for dirt
Boss more corny than a saying on a shirt
A free polo with a logo?
That really ain't a perk
It's like hittin' my soul with a cattle prod
Listenin' to a gassed up boomer keep babblin' on
Holdin back the cringe while my mind's on drift
To all the south sidewalks I could be ramblin' on
Used to shine bright, snuffed my pilot light
Technicolor world turned grainy
Black and white
Used to want the smoke, used to want it all
But the homies, art, and city's
All I needed all along
Now I went ghost, things are buttery smooth
Waking up every day in a sunnier mood
Fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, & fuck you
Watch me roll two L's with this W2
Do what you love
But buddy you'll never make it
So you better sell your time
And your soul for some labor
Something sour to me
But I can't time-clock it
All i know is that
Greg in accounting better watch it
Whistle while you work?
I'm stabbin' my damn ear drums
Circle back to something
I'm tryna steer clear from
Your fooseball table ain't culture
And the rituals really got it feelin' like a cult here
With all due respect, which is none
I'd throw the whole department
Under the bus for fun (For fun?)
It's about my mind not funds
So I pull a latter half Steve Miller and run
Can't really describe it
But the vibe up in this office
Is deffo in retrograde
And really tilted toward the toxic
Can't breathe I'm feeling nauseous
Got whiskey in my coffee
Doubled with the tunnel vision
Man, I shoulda never clocked in
I can't come to work (I can't)
I can't come to work right now
I'm trying to find my way before I drown
Been suffocating too long in this bubble
It's like you want me to die here
Oh ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh
Oh ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh
Oh ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh
Oh
Oh ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh
Oh ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh
Oh ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh
Oh
Written by: Adam Joseph, Josh Brundige, Trevor Born, Zach Zurn
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