[Verse 1]
Wake up kid, (yeah)
Get your ass out of this bed (now)
You're nothing, you're nothing, you're nothing
I said, now do something
You're fucking disgusting in your head, with that hair
Is this something that we're cutting [?]
But, what's--what's wrong now
[?] get a job
Before I come down these basement stairs, take your [?] from these songs out
Well, I don't work all day to pay your pills to chase these fantasies
Or handing me those keys, 'cause your driving me to insanity
I got two jobs, you got one
I got two dogs and a son
You're my true job, 'cause you do songs
You should move out and be done (not here)
Because your never going to make a dime
Wasting thought and wasting time
Taking off to play these rhymes
Stop trying
You're lying to yourself
Now drop the shit and grow up
Stop the shit, hip hop [?]
[?] you got to pick, I'm not going to sit and hold up
Either you care for your parents or this music's what you love
Get out from under the blankets now
Take a vow this is your last show
Now make me proud and get a fucking job
It's not so hard, I promise you your mom is threw crying
So you got to do what I want you to, it's time to stop whining
Wake up kid, (yeah)
Get your ass out of this bed (now)
You're nothing, you're nothing, you're nothing
I said, now do something
You're fucking disgusting in your head, with that hair
Is this something that we're cutting [?]
But, what's--what's wrong now
[?] get a job
Before I come down these basement stairs, take your [?] from these songs out
Well, I don't work all day to pay your pills to chase these fantasies
Or handing me those keys, 'cause your driving me to insanity
I got two jobs, you got one
I got two dogs and a son
You're my true job, 'cause you do songs
You should move out and be done (not here)
Because your never going to make a dime
Wasting thought and wasting time
Taking off to play these rhymes
Stop trying
You're lying to yourself
Now drop the shit and grow up
Stop the shit, hip hop [?]
[?] you got to pick, I'm not going to sit and hold up
Either you care for your parents or this music's what you love
Get out from under the blankets now
Take a vow this is your last show
Now make me proud and get a fucking job
It's not so hard, I promise you your mom is threw crying
So you got to do what I want you to, it's time to stop whining
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