I’m tired of the mediocrity.
Can you get your shit together?
Because with everything you’re asked to do
you shrug and say whenever.
There’s no accountability
there’s nothing on your back,
and once you’ve twiddled thumbs for days
it’s time to take a snack.
I give you my wallet,
because that’s how we exchange,
and when something goes wrong
that’s my fault
my shame.
As if I have shit for brains.
Ain’t it strange?
I’m tired of the mediocrity,
if you hate your job then quit it,
because when you coast
and prop up bullshit
your paycheck ain’t forgiven.
I know you might be tired,
anxious or depressed,
but when you show up like this
you only share your mess.
You want it all but won’t take it.
You want it all but won’t make it.
And when my ass is tired,
from the same bullshit,
it’s your mess that I’m left with.
I’m grinding every day,
I’m resting to stay sane,
yet you still want to run the world
when both your legs are lame.
Forget your fakeass lifestyle,
that social media clout,
because when you chase
what you don’t have
you fuck around
and find out.