Simple Livin' - Gym Class Heroes

I’m like nine hours away from finishing my nine hour shift

And wishing I was gone nine hours ago

'Cause nine hours wasted tossin' back the chicken

I could’ve written nine verses just in time for the show

Slacker mind state retirin' on time that’s borrowed

My motto’s I’ll stop procrastinatin' tomorrow

I took the sorrow from the windchimes

Left happiness lonesome and strung up

Sarcasm to make the melody wholesome

From my lungs to my feet I’m breathing

Everything I speak but now they’re charging for oxygen

And the bills due next week, I’ll be a day late and a buck short

Story of my life, I wish my pay rate was much more

Duckin' swords in a rat race

I didn’t apply for running towards something that’s fake

And thinking, why for, they’re shutting doors right in my face

And sitting high horse is a car and a dope place

Something to die for, this is my war

And now I’m schemin' on plots to make my pockets swell

Simple living is a bitch but damn, I do it well

Some are fortunate to make it and some of 'em fail

Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed

Schemin' on plots, hey hey

Simple living is a bitch, hey hey

Some are fortunate to make it, hey hey

Some locomotors push through, hey hey

I lead a crocodile mile lifestyle I run and slide

But when it’s time to collide with the bump

I always bail 'cause I’m not ready for that dive

Or that silly 9−5 solidified career option

A hop skip and a leap away from rock star

And not too far away from fillin' pop’s shoes

The idyllic hard workin' type of callous feet

Complete with wife, kids, dog, house and picket fence

That’s nonsense, I’m convinced I’m built for better things

And won’t settle for the empty smile that cheddar brings

It seems like i’m working hard simply

'Cause it’s what they say I have to do

You graduate and then you either get a job or you go to school

12 years wasn’t enough, that’s more than half of my life spent

Trying to make the world accept me

Plus I’ve got the papers saying that I made it through

Now I’m working 2 jobs

Three with music and you don’t respect me?

Fuck it I’ll retire now, you’ll work until you’re 62

And now I’m schemin' on plots to make my pockets swell

Simple living is a bitch but damn, I do it well

Some are fortunate to make it and some of 'em fail

Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed

Schemin' on plots, hey hey

Simple living is a bitch, hey hey

Some are fortunate to make it, hey hey

Some locomotives push through, hey hey