Don't Wanna Work - Drapht

I never knew what I wanted to pursue as a kid

Finishing Year 12, the world looked bigger than it ever did before

It’s embedded in my forehead

I wasn’t ready to be set off on this walk yet

Out on the door step fragile as a war vet

Force fed every single page in the employment section

Only direction: my rap

And I don’t mean wrap like the back of a McDonalds doing your burgers

And I dont mean wrap like Iraqi women under them burkas

No purpose in life

Was only good at sport and drinking like Boonie on a flight

Back from UK, new day new dollar

Refused to follow every other blue collar

Just wanted to break the mould

Like Maradona all hands on to reach my goal

But the keyhole was fill with gum

What was to come for the kid with the silver tongue?

I had to run for a better day

But in order to do that spun shit on my resumé

I was the sole inventor of Lemonade

Taught yoga to Jenny Craig

And Yoda how to levitate

And it still didn’t generate shit

Unemployed and already ready to quit

Oooooh!

I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for a jerk

Shirt, suit, tie!

I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for the rest of my life

Woah!

I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for a jerk

Shirt, suit, tie!

I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for the rest of my life

Arrive five minutes late and they’re on my back

Trying to give me the axe like a lumberjack

You’re lucky that I’m in, not going to begin this work

'Cause if I’m paid the minimum, the minimum you’re getting

(Too right) In bed, never ready for my alarm

(Oh, shit) Forgot I’m not a farmer

It’s too early, hit snooze about thirty

Times before I get up, it’s like waking the dead up

Need the cheddar, fed up being a broke-arse

Feel I’m on the wrong track like a go-kart

In Formula 1, you can call it a hunch

But I don’t think I’ll last here more than a month

(Hey why’s that?) Lunch is the quickest part of the day

And that half an hour isn’t even part of my pay

I need to hide a file in a cake, I need to break free

I’m a slave to the wage every week

I don’t wanna work!

I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for a jerk

Shirt, suit, tie!

I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for the rest of my life

Woah!

I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for a jerk

Shirt, suit, tie!

I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for the rest of my life

Thinking like a businessman with his cut backs

You’d think he was Edward Scissorhands

And he substract the heart, the soul

Replace it with the dark, the cold

In the robotic parts that hold him together

Never mattered for the ladies to get their foot in

Ladies its not what you put in its more what you put out

If you’re good at your job then its an extra

Nothing sell better than sex does

No texas t break, a cheap skate

No paid holidays or sick leave or days off (Whaat?)

If you take them you’re laid off

Like being a slave to Adolf

I don’t wanna work!

We work, we earn, we die

A slave the nine-to-five

We work 'til our hearts will stop

We work 'til

We work, we earn, we die

A slave the nine-to-five

We work 'til our hearts will stop

We work 'til

I don’t wanna work