Aasha Marie - Punch
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{verse 1}
Money don't grow on trees they bear fruit
So i work for it grind for the green my eye lids heavy
I don’t know dawn's need pray there's roots
In god’s very drinkable words cause my job's ready
To make me pawn though my chest played
Music i wrote last night til i yawned and my desk caved
Covered with literature though my talent is miniature
I finished a giant book of lyrics with no limits cha cha
To the rhythm and the cadence of the melodies
Of sounds that linger in my head but mourn the brevity
I'm marching straight into the bed because at 7 thee
Alarm will wake me from my slumber when my presence meets
The punch clock employee id don't stop tracking work hours
Time passing and i'm spazzing lacking clerk power
To keep tackling these tasks until the next shower
Can't let my faith sour
{chorus}
Punch the clock get off get the bag
Get in the lab push pen to the pad
After i punch the clock
Punch the clock
Why do i hate when you leave
Me in place where i need
To be humbled not freed
So i grumble not seize
The opportunities flee
With my music i'm in tune with
Gotta move with your speed
Lord i know i was sleep
You said wake up i'm your maker
You really work for me
I’m watching over your speech
You should be grateful indeed
But i said i said i feel micromanaged
Want to be like the backspace
Make the typo vanish
I made a mistake that’s where satan might grow damage
Oh me of little faith need your grace
Cause i might go candid and say backhanded
Smack to my boss retort snap louder
Bad news matt lauer report back let today show
My anchor be what my banker be teller of truth
My balance is off receipts are the proof it's true
At war with my sins in love with my pen i’m at
The studio after i get that check
{chorus}
Punch the clock get off get the bag
Get in the lab push pen to the pad
After i punch the clock
Punch the clock
{outro}
La la la la la la la la la
{verse 1}
Money don't grow on trees they bear fruit
So i work for it grind for the green my eye lids heavy
I don’t know dawn's need pray there's roots
In god’s very drinkable words cause my job's ready
To make me pawn though my chest played
Music i wrote last night til i yawned and my desk caved
Covered with literature though my talent is miniature
I finished a giant book of lyrics with no limits cha cha
To the rhythm and the cadence of the melodies
Of sounds that linger in my head but mourn the brevity
I'm marching straight into the bed because at 7 thee
Alarm will wake me from my slumber when my presence meets
The punch clock employee id don't stop tracking work hours
Time passing and i'm spazzing lacking clerk power
To keep tackling these tasks until the next shower
Can't let my faith sour
{chorus}
Punch the clock get off get the bag
Get in the lab push pen to the pad
After i punch the clock
Punch the clock
Why do i hate when you leave
Me in place where i need
To be humbled not freed
So i grumble not seize
The opportunities flee
With my music i'm in tune with
Gotta move with your speed
Lord i know i was sleep
You said wake up i'm your maker
You really work for me
I’m watching over your speech
You should be grateful indeed
But i said i said i feel micromanaged
Want to be like the backspace
Make the typo vanish
I made a mistake that’s where satan might grow damage
Oh me of little faith need your grace
Cause i might go candid and say backhanded
Smack to my boss retort snap louder
Bad news matt lauer report back let today show
My anchor be what my banker be teller of truth
My balance is off receipts are the proof it's true
At war with my sins in love with my pen i’m at
The studio after i get that check
{chorus}
Punch the clock get off get the bag
Get in the lab push pen to the pad
After i punch the clock
Punch the clock
{outro}
La la la la la la la la la
