Gotta Go to Work

(Verse 1)

Well I haven\'t been honest in weeks now.

I\'ve been fighting my way through the weeds now.

I don\'t think I can bottle this peace now.

It\'s no use.

I\'ve been breaking myself into pieces.

Somewhere along I lost my pieces.

Like I\'ve been looking for some kind of reason,

Just to make it through.

(Pre-Chorus)

Now my hands shake more than they use to.

But I\'m working towards what I\'m supposed to right?

(Chorus)

I gotta go to work.

I gotta make money.

I gotta have a white picket fence,

Two and a half kids,

With an Instagram fit chick honey.

I gotta go to work.

Hmm

I gotta go to work

Yeah.

(Verse 2)

Woah

Working my way through these weeds.

It\'s taking all of me.

Woke up feeling sick and tired and nodding off to sleep.

Yesterday I could fly oh.

Walking in the sky oh.

Today I looked into the mirror felt like I could die,

No No No.

How did that be?

Life\'s all in me,

Gods not through.

Even when the skies are gray instead of blue.

I\'m on the clock.

Still a lot of time on my souls watch .

Still a lot of summers to be so hot.

Lord know that I\'m working for a better me.

Maybe slow down work and choose therapy (woah).

(Pre-Chorus)

Now my hands shake more than they use to.

But I\'m working towards what I\'m supposed to, right?

(Chorus)

Oh said you gotta go to work.

You gotta make money if,

If you wanna a white picket fence,

Two and a half kids,

With an Instagram fit chick honey,

Then you gotta go to work.

You gotta make money boy,

If you want a 401K,

Two-week vacay,

On a beach where everybody talks funny,

Then you gotta go to work.

And that\'s what I\'ve been doing,

I only ever work.

Oh and its getting old.

Well I haven\'t been honest in weeks now.

I\'ve been fighting my way through the weeds now.

I don\'t think I can bottle this peace now.

It\'s no use.