[Pre-Chorus]
Isn't it lovely?
The money, the countries, the places you get to stay?
Isn't it funny?
Too much milk and honey
Your hunger has gone away

[Chorus]
I get up, I get down, I get all around
I get up, I get down, I get all around
I am done with punching clocks
I am buried in the flock
I am banging on your door
Knock, knock, knock

[Verse 1]
You got some nerve to say
All I do is play
I'm working you every single fucking day
I'm all over it baby, hustle, focus
I don't give a shit about your hocus pocus
Beauty in the struggle, I ain't gonna stop
'Till the breath leaves my body I'ma drop these bops
No need for validation
Got my concentration
Treetop dreams, green aspirations
Graduation, celebrations (Hard work!)
Dedication (Big time paychecks!)
Huh, compensation
Stick to the plan 'till it sticks to you
Beginners are a dime a dozen and finishers are few
[Pre-Chorus]
Isn't it lovely?
The money, the countries, the places you get to stay?
Isn't it funny?
Too much milk and honey
Your hunger has gone away

[Chorus]
I get up, I get down, I get all around
I get up, I get down, I get all around
I am done with punching clocks
I am buried in the flock
I am banging on your door
Knock, knock, knock

[Verse 2]
Yippe-ki-yay
It's a brand new day
This man in the mirror is coming to play
Not sure when next time is I'll get a chance
Mindset is set in the dirt, three point stance
My life approaches dominant defense of lineman
A savage ravaging at the thought of my assignments
Rush, swim, spin around, whatever it takes
No interest in rest, fuck you and your breaks
Don't need to feel confident to be braver
Not letting my thoughts control my behavior
Accept uncertainty, do what I want anyway
Life means tolerating the game we play
Feel good in the morning, shave with Hanlon's razor
Urgency these days, like maybe they're endangered (Maybe they're endangered)
(Maybe they're endangered) (Maybe they're endangered)
[Pre-Chorus]
Isn't it lovely?
The money, the countries, the places you get to stay?
Isn't it funny?
Too much milk and honey
Your hunger has gone away

[Chorus]
I get up, I get down, I get all around
I get up, I get down, I get all around
I am done with punching clocks
I am buried in the flock
I am banging on your door
Knock, knock, knock