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lee scott - me o'clock lyrics

[lee scott]

how do we ever really know what the right choice is?
what if life’s pointless?
wondering if there’s any point in wondering
it wouldn’t matter if you figured it out
regardless of the answer
would your self-pity and doubt disappear?
sipping beer on your lonesome looking back at life like a fit b-tch’s rear
misogynistic for the sake of a rhyme
when i could have just taken me time
and i shudder cuz, i shoulda, probably
who cares as long as the kids are buzzing off me?
i’m not a role model cuz i don’t smoke weed or pop oxy
i’m just sipping on a guinness while the clock mocks me
i neck a periton and finish the bottle
i should be relaxed but me body reacts like i’m in a debacle
six drops of otrivine to breathe
i blow me nostrils clean and leave
to get crunk like dionysus
it’s better than tryna right this with sinusitis (sh-t)
drooling over an empty paper plate
save your time and waste it at a later date

[chorus]
i co-sign living on your own time
f-ck the rest of the world mate
i co-sign living on your own time
f-ck the rest of the world liiike
i co-sign living on your own time
f-ck the rest of the world mate
i co-sign living on your own time
f-ck the rest of the world liiike

too many days wasted high barely scr-ping by
treating the present like an unwanted gift
chong a spliff problem fixed
it’s like it doesn’t just prolong this sh-t
we’re all cool here and it’s a new year
so press the reset b-tton
and hope you don’t regret something
raised on the wrong side of the dirty mersey
i’ve never planned anything and i’m not about to start on the verge of thirty
i switch the flow like give and go
you rap the same on every track but monotony’s a k!ller so
do something unruly just to strike a chord
when you push the boat out don’t forget to climb aboard
these tired formulas are boring us to sleep
it’s simple yet deeper than the pockets of the elite
to be broke and content, what a thrill
i’d rather be depressed in a mansion on a hill
pool-side twiddling me thumbs
desperately wrestling a pigeon for its crumbs
for your drunken amus-m-nt
i give the sun a cold shoulder like i don’t know you and usher the moon in

[chorus]
i co-sign living on your own time
what the f-ck are you proving?
i co-sign living on your own time
f-ck the rest of the world ahh
i co-sign living on your own time
f-ck the rest of the the world mate
i co-sign living on your own time
f-ck the rest of the world liiike

they say do your own thing; but what they mean to say is do your own thing as long as it fits withing the boundaries of this box and sh-t

- lee scott lyrics

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