"The Siren" lyrics

I only got one pair of jeans that fit right
Only got two hours of sleep last night
Need about 3k more to get right
Got me asking
Whats it all for? I...

I got a line of credit keeping me up
I gotta keep it moving pass on the buck
I gotta keep it all pristine but
I can't find a fuck
I gotta give these bitches hell but
I've had 'bout enough

I've had enough
I've got like one balance sheet in the black
Why can't I get a W that's not from the tax guy
My big three is Fuck You Too
With your at sign
I'm boutta do it big
You can kiss on my backside

Go baby better back it up
You've got one more year
'For they pack you up (ah ah ooh)
Keep pressing 'til their necks get stuck
You've gotta make 'em look
If you wanna make your luck (ah ah ah)
I know there's a better alignment
Between your gifts and
The world's great desiring
I believe you will find it
If you can step up and start up the siren

Wee-ooh, way-oh
I gotta find a sense of self-worth outside working
Wee-ooh, way-oh
Don't know if what I'm doing's healing
But it sure is hurting
Way-oh oh oh oh
The more I stray the beaten path
The more say they'd been certain
Woo-oh-oh-oh
That they were cheering the whole time
Bitch no the fuck you weren't

I got a mind for grudges keep getting stuck
Every no is why I'm pushing my luck
Win or lose I'm leaving sore and well
If that ain't the rub
It's the chip on my shoulder
Why I'm not giving up
So give it up

I got like one balance sheet in the black
Why can't I get a W that's not from the tax guy
My big three is Fuck You Too
With your at sign
I'm boutta do it big
You can kiss on my backside

Go baby better back it up
You've got one more year
'For they pack you up (ah ah ooh)
Keep pressing 'til their necks get stuck
You've gotta make 'em look
If you wanna make your luck (ah ah ah)
I know there's a better alignment
Between your gifts and
The world's great desiring
I believe you will find it
If you can step up and start up the siren

Wee-ooh, way-oh
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
It's another tunnel
Wee-ooh, way-oh
I gotta go to all the trouble
To get to the trouble
Way-oh oh oh oh
The more the fig tree dies
The less I want the hustle
Woo-oh-oh-oh
The more I need it I live it
It's written in my muscle

Go baby better back it up
You've got one more year
'For they pack you up (ah ah ooh)
Keep pressing 'til their necks get stuck
You've gotta make 'em look
If you wanna make your luck (ah ah ah)
I know there's a better alignment
Between your gifts and
The world's great desiring
I believe you will find it
If you can step up and start up the siren