"9 To 5" lyrics
I wake up to the sound of the same old clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it never stops
The sun is rising, but my spirit is low
Another day in the grind, here we go
Nine-to-five is killing me
Stealing my soul, piece by piece
Oh, freedom, where you hiding, please?
Nine-to-five is killing me
Now, I might not have, like, a traditional nine-to-five
But, shit, I'm still working, like, my own hours, no?
Look
Clock in and clock out
Basically, that's what a nigga life 'bout
But my job different
I get paid to hold the mic now
Listen to the crowd sing my lyrics that I write down
It feels so good
But what happens when you don't show up for work?
The answer is your ass is getting fired
Now you're looking for another job so you survive
Similar to me
If I don't show up to the studio
It's going to be hard for me to eat
Trust me, though
Shit, I know how life can be
Some days you'll be tired
You just want to go to sleep
Fuck a nine-to-five
You just want to spend a week
Somewhere in Miami, laying down right there on the beach
Everybody got a co-worker that you cool with
Somewhere at the job, you could always act a fool with
I'll be at the club with my nigga, we be too lit
But don't forget we on the job
Don't be acting stupid
Please?
Nine-to-five is killing me
Stealing my soul, piece by piece
Oh, freedom, where you hiding, please?
Nine-to-five is killing me
Yeah, that shit be killing me too
But, shit, how else am I going to get paid?
That's the type of shit I be thinking about
You know?
If I ain't have a job
I'll probably be a scamming nigga
Make a bunch of money out the country
I vanish, nigga
Living in Colombia
They all be speaking Spanish, nigga
But then I got to act like I understand them, nigga
Okay
Thought I seen a vision
Now I'm thinking about it, no way
People working different jobs
Making money four ways
Meanwhile, there's a rapper making 10K on a low day
Hm, I wonder who could that be?
That was not about me
Why the fuck you pointing at me?
I don't share my business
But you just know I'm living happy
Living good enough that IRS want to attack me
Talking about I owe 100K
What does that mean?
I ain't never have to owe a nigga in my life
Okay, now I'm lying
That's the old my nigga, Mike
A couple of others too
Shit, what I'm going to do?
Matter of fact
I should go on working nine-to-five too
Nine-to-five is killing me
Stealing my soul, piece by piece
Oh, freedom, where you hiding, please?
Nine-to-five is killing me
Look, at the end of the day
I say you just, you know
Go to work, make the best out of it
Don't get your paycheck and clock out
Fuck it
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it never stops
The sun is rising, but my spirit is low
Another day in the grind, here we go
Nine-to-five is killing me
Stealing my soul, piece by piece
Oh, freedom, where you hiding, please?
Nine-to-five is killing me
Now, I might not have, like, a traditional nine-to-five
But, shit, I'm still working, like, my own hours, no?
Look
Clock in and clock out
Basically, that's what a nigga life 'bout
But my job different
I get paid to hold the mic now
Listen to the crowd sing my lyrics that I write down
It feels so good
But what happens when you don't show up for work?
The answer is your ass is getting fired
Now you're looking for another job so you survive
Similar to me
If I don't show up to the studio
It's going to be hard for me to eat
Trust me, though
Shit, I know how life can be
Some days you'll be tired
You just want to go to sleep
Fuck a nine-to-five
You just want to spend a week
Somewhere in Miami, laying down right there on the beach
Everybody got a co-worker that you cool with
Somewhere at the job, you could always act a fool with
I'll be at the club with my nigga, we be too lit
But don't forget we on the job
Don't be acting stupid
Please?
Nine-to-five is killing me
Stealing my soul, piece by piece
Oh, freedom, where you hiding, please?
Nine-to-five is killing me
Yeah, that shit be killing me too
But, shit, how else am I going to get paid?
That's the type of shit I be thinking about
You know?
If I ain't have a job
I'll probably be a scamming nigga
Make a bunch of money out the country
I vanish, nigga
Living in Colombia
They all be speaking Spanish, nigga
But then I got to act like I understand them, nigga
Okay
Thought I seen a vision
Now I'm thinking about it, no way
People working different jobs
Making money four ways
Meanwhile, there's a rapper making 10K on a low day
Hm, I wonder who could that be?
That was not about me
Why the fuck you pointing at me?
I don't share my business
But you just know I'm living happy
Living good enough that IRS want to attack me
Talking about I owe 100K
What does that mean?
I ain't never have to owe a nigga in my life
Okay, now I'm lying
That's the old my nigga, Mike
A couple of others too
Shit, what I'm going to do?
Matter of fact
I should go on working nine-to-five too
Nine-to-five is killing me
Stealing my soul, piece by piece
Oh, freedom, where you hiding, please?
Nine-to-five is killing me
Look, at the end of the day
I say you just, you know
Go to work, make the best out of it
Don't get your paycheck and clock out
Fuck it
