Grind

When I listen to the music I know I'm supposed to like I know there's something in it's missing, I know it's not hitting right I guess I've been getting older, and my worries aren't the same As the ones that used to keep me up, while hiding at my father's place And now I'm feeling all this dread, like I'm running out of time And I'm living in fear of the day, my life's no longer mine I'm approaching independence, week by terrifying week Even with my degree, how can it be, it's already this bleak? I just wanted to contribute, but I know I must survive How dare I show ambition, when there's pockets left to line? It's not that I am lazy, I know I'm anything but I just wanna make sure what I do, means something to someone I don't know if we have come that far from old assembly lines Baby, I don't wanna hustle, lose my mind to the grind I'm not a CEO, a maverick, empress, or a queen I'm a woman with a heart, attention deficit and dreams As I move on to the next chapter ff the life I wanna build I can't help but notice all the ways no one has been fulfilled We're all talking a big game about self-care and mental health So while we overturn the stigma, are we really getting well? And now I'm feeling all this dread, like I'm running out of time But now I wonder if my life was ever truly mine I'm approaching independence, week by terrifying week Even with my degree, how can it be it's already this bleak? I just wanted to contribute, but I know I must survive How dare I show ambition when there's pockets left to line? It's not that I am lazy, I know I'm anything but I just wanna make sure what I do means something to someone I don't know if we have come that far from old assembly lines Baby, I don't wanna hustle, lose my mind to the grind While people are freezing and forests are burning I'm anxious as hell, but at least I am learning The flaws in a system that favors the few Has us working too hard to imagine a new way of living To question the old We're not entitled, we're tired and bold I know I'm much more than what I can produce I am more than all that I can do I'm approaching independence, week by terrifying week Even with my degree, how can it be it's already this bleak? I just wanted to contribute but I know I must survive How dare I show ambition when there's pockets left to line? It's not that I am lazy, I know I'm anything but I just wanna make sure what I do means something to someone I don't know if we have come that far from old assembly lines Baby, I don't wanna hustle Lose my mind to the grind