CUBICLE

I don't wanna go back To another mother fucking cubicle Quit my job, sold my stuff Left my girlfriend Gave it all for a chance To maybe make it Four years later Still no fame, no fortune But I've gotten pretty good At couch surfing I don't wanna go on But I'm way too old to die young Yeah I just wanna give up But I'm way too old to die young I don't wanna go back To another mother fucking cubicle I just really hope that I'll make a living Making something beautiful Moved back in with parents Feeling like it's a death sentence Sleeping on a twin mattress Feeling like it's my death bed All alone in my room Fifteen hour shifts (yeah) No I'm not doing drugs I'm trying to be Prince (yeah) Don't wanna be conscious So I pour another drink up Don't wanna be conscious So I light another joint up I don't wanna go back To another mother fucking cubicle I just really hope that I'll make a living Making something beautiful Minus money in the bank Plus I got some bills to pay I don't wanna be awake I wanna dream the day away I don't want vacation days I just want a job like Drake Working on my dreams today Not working on my resume I don't wanna go back To another mother fucking cubicle I just really hope that I'll make a living Making something beautiful (yeah) I don't wanna go back (no) I don't wanna go back (no) Who gives a f*ck about LinkedIn Don't give a f*ck about LinkedIn And f*ck interviewing F*ck this nine to five bullshit (yeah) Beautiful beautiful Beautiful beautiful