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uncle osker - wake up lyrics

[intro]
yea
came in way beyond polished to demolish the mic
whatever you call it, i got it
i said whatever you call-
nah i take that back

[verse 1]
knowledge don’t have it
i’m liable to imagine
ten scenarios that won’t ever happen
rappin’ feelin’ blessed as my hand holds this pen
but i’m almost certain, i’m d-mned
can you grasp the idea
i feel like i’ve been here before
last thing i want is another encore
lead me to d-mnation
before i partic-p-te in reincarnation
these fatal thoughts, started prenatal
my body’s weighed down by this ball and chain
but my brain’s involved, trying to solve
these eternal paradoxes
i’ve learned through this journey
this music’s therapeutic, spirit soothin’
wake up
i start my day as if i’m born again
sleepin’ is like dyin’
wake up still alive
deprived of certainty, deprived of mercy
a prisoner inside my cells
i felt like this since the nights cruisin’ in my ’02 malibu
nah, way before then
i felt like an alien blendin in all too well
and did i mention my car’s engine light is on
liable to die on me at anytime
hidin’ emotions so my pride stays intact
in fact, in this instance
there’s infinite reasons in me
to keep up with the status quo
wake up
aaron, i’m still at it bro
my brothers know that
i’m going pro
so, take cover ho
that goes for your whole squad
cause i got the pen in a wrist lock
launchin’ lyrical rockets
through sound waves
pay attention now
wake up
listen dog
i work hard so i hardly work, in fact i just spar with words
in a garden boxing ring surrounded by absurd things
step’s out now, i wanna blend in but can’t
the trance i’m sendin’ you into is not drug induced
but even my whack raps are dope
so i take that back
it might be
wake up

[break]
we on the same sh-t, fake sh-t
stuck in the matrix
wake up
i hate my job, i hate my job i swear to god
wake up
i hate hate hate my job i swear to god
wake up

[verse 2]
generally, everyday is the same sh-t
wake up, eat, brush my teeth
change clothes to go back to a place that i hate
after taxes only pays about
eight dollars an hour
i see co-workers brown nosing for a pay raise
and this stupid supervisor’s on a power trip
i can’t quit yet i need this check
wake up
so i decided to hop on the mic
it’s the only enticing option left
i know it’s a fight uphill until, i reach my death
it doesn’t stop at success

[outro]
wake up wake up
wake up wake up
i hate my job
i hate my job
wake up
i hate hate hate my job i swear to god
wake up wake up
wake up wake up
say it with me now
i hate my job, i hate my job
wake up wake up
wake up wake up
i hate my job, wake up
i hate my job, wake up
wake up

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