Nine 2 five

I'm working the night to find

La la la la, la la la, la la... la

Say you got a dish on my island, or chattel you'd

Chattel who? Sorry I'm half a fish dude

No, chattel you'd, what's a lady huge?

Like Pete Price's food, whoops I'm being rude

When my red bull got my sandwich, I need food

I can't handle this, I'm getting black tongue

'Cause I'm in a tantrum

Oh my gosh, my days are getting longer

And there's no turning back, I'm working the night to find

Just to keep my contract, did I say not?

And I'm at 130, I ain't no early birdie

I'm working the night to find

I'm not sure what day just started

Since my working week departed

Ever since I single charted

This pursuit's been everlasting

I clocked in about a year ago

And I haven't clocked out from the studio

And videos and TV shows

And staring out the window on the road

I know that sometimes we don't get paid

For these rampages on these stages

I know that I won't get jaded

I won't go back to the minimum wage

And oh my gosh, my days are getting longer

And there's no turning back, I'm working the night to find

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