[Hook]
Seven days a week, the man got me on the grind now
Doin' overtime, ain't got no time to rhyme now
Don't believe in myself no more, I'm poppin' a cap again
Stopped but I'm back again
Thought I could've been someone, I don't see that happening
Feelin' crap again now
Man, I'm runnin' outta time

[Verse 1]
Oh man, another day of this crap
Every day of the week I'm waking up pitch black
That's why I need to get lifted like I was Chris Jack
Runnin' this race for the cheese like a whipped rat
All for minimum wage, man, if that
I gotta lick crack, shit bricks and lift stacks
While some rich chap sips Cris' and sits back
I'm geting bitch slapped, pushed round and spit at
Like they're the Big Mac, and I'm the Tic Tac
But, еven though I know my present isn't gift-wrappеd
There ain't no way that you could distract this cat
See I eat, breathe and shit rap
Even my heart beats "badum badum tss clap"
So when I'm feeling kinda dark like Hitchcock
Dark kinda like the dresscode of Slipknot
I stay alive for my love of Hip Hop
But still, sometimes I'm like "what if not?"
[Hook]
Seven days a week, the man got me on the grind now
Doin' overtime, ain't got no time to rhyme now
Don't believe in myself no more, I'm poppin' a cap again
Stopped but I'm back again
Thought I could've been someone, I don't see that happening
Feelin' crap again now
Man, I'm runnin' outta time
Man, I'm runnin' outta time

[Verse 2]
Na, forget it, man, there's no hope, I quit, Im so broke
I'd sooner win the America's cup with a rowboat
Than go gold with a song that I co-wrote
It's hard to say it but it's my own fault
I listen to old folk, were my problems solved?
Nope, only way they are is "gulp, gulp, gulp!"
I drink a whole load of Beam with no Coke
Tequila with no salt, guarantee I won't choke
But still, I can't hold a job like I hold notes
Or control my life and be a grown bloke
I thought maybe I'd escape if I sold dope
But that don't work, unless you don't smoke
And now I'm sitting here pissed, feelin' ripped off
Had a chance to blow and missed lift off
Now I won't ever be a big shot
[?] fuck alone bro, get lost
[Hook]
Seven days a week, the man got me on the grind now
Doin' overtime, ain't got no time to rhyme now
Don't believe in myself no more, I'm poppin' a cap again
Stopped but I'm back again
Thought I could've been someone, I don't see that happening
Feelin' crap again now
Man, I'm runnin' outta time
'Cause I'm runnin' outta time