Текст песни
Alarm set for six like it is every day
Wake up to hit snooze all the way to eight
Like I also do every day
'Cause every night I stay up too late
Doing the things I should've been doing at six
A vicious cycle that I can't seem to fix
Anyway, finally get up at eight
Eat some food, wash the plate
Brush the teeth and put the sneakers on
To keep the fitness up as the years keep creeping on
Do my little jog, get home, I gotta take out the dog
Bring the dog back, feed the dog
Stretch my legs, hit the bog
Then have a shower but throw on some sweats
Rest of the day set aside for writing
Or so I expected 'til I open the laptop
Fifteen emails in the inbox
All pressing, gotta reply
No choice but to push the writing aside
Clear the inbox, check the watch
Goddamn, it's already two o'clock
And I haven't even written a bar
But before that, I need lunch, man, I'm starved
This song's late, I need to compose rhymes
But I don't have no time
An end to this to-do list is no sign
But I don't have no time
Stress and pass a glass of Bordeaux wine
But I don't have no time
Got a mountain of work, gonna be a slow climb
But I don't have no time
For lunch, man, I really want these chicken fingers
But I gotta watch my girlish figure
As I age, metabolism not the same
Plus, gotta live up to my name
'Cause MC Flabs just ain't gonna cut it
So I take the cucumber, run to the crisper, cut it
Chop the carrots, slice the tomato
Thinking a nice fresh salad is the way to go
But that of course requires prep time
A side effect of which means less rhymes
At the end of the day but still it's gotta be done
Already sometime after three following lunch
Time to write to these loops
Hit the couch, eyelids start to droop
I have a quick nap, fifteen max