Milk & Honey (Explicit)

Isn’t it lovely, the money, the countries

The places you get to stay?

Isn’t it funny, too much milk & honey

Your hunger has gone away

I get up, I get down

I get all around

I get up, I get down

I get all around

I am done with punching clocks

I am buried in the flock

I am banging on your door, knock, knock, knock

You got some nerve to say all I do is play

I’m out working you every single fucking day

I’m all over it baby, hustle, focus

I don’t give a shit about your Hocus Pocus

Beauty in the struggle, I ain’t gonna stop

Til the breath leaves my body, Im’ma drop these bops

No need for validation, got my concentration

Treetop dreams, green aspirations

Graduation celebrations, hard work? dedication

Big time pay checks, compensation!

Stick to the plan, til it sticks to you

Beginners are a dime a dozen, finishers are few

Isn’t it lovely, the money, the countries

The places you get to stay?

Isn’t it funny, too much milk & honey

Your hunger has gone away

I get up, I get down

I get all around

I get up, I get down

I get all around

I am done with punching clocks

I am buried in the flock

I am banging on your door, knock, knock, knock

Yipey-ki-yay its a brand new day

This man in the mirror, is coming to play

Not sure when next time is, ill get a chance

Mindset is hands in the dirt, three point stance

My life approach is dominant defensive lineman

A savage ravaging at the thought of my assignments!

Rush, swim, spinorama, whatever it takes

No interest in rest, fuck you & your breaks

Don’t need to feel confident, to be braver

Not letting tough thoughts control my behavior

Accept uncertainty, do what I want anyway

Life means tolerating, the game we play

Feel good in the morning, shave with Hanlon’s razor

Urgency these days, like maybe they're endangered

Maybe they're endangered

Maybe they're endangered

Isn’t it lovely, the money, the countries

The places you get to stay?

Isn’t it funny, too much milk & honey

Your hunger has gone away

I get up, I get down

I get all around

I get up, I get down

I get all around

I am done with punching clocks

I am buried in the flock

I am banging on your door, knock, knock, knock