Profession by Cud Lyrics

I won't work nine-to-five
That's my profession
It's not the way I want to live my life
That's my lesson
And being friends with you's just too much work for me

When I see a hippy I just want to beat him up
When I was younger than a herd of cross-collateralization
It's the word the boss will say when he don't want to pay
And when I hear it now I get a queasy sensation

I won't work nine-to-five
That's my profession
It's not the way I want to live my life
That's my lesson
And being friends with you's too much work for me

You want me to save money to buy Paris lips
Silky slips and filter tips
But I don't want to earn an honest day, It's just a heavy trip
We’ve even tired of this
I won’t work nine-to-five
I don’t do nine-to-five
And being friends with you’s too much hard work for me

I don't mean to diss work
But I won't do your piece work
I don't mean to diss work
But I won't do your piece work

I make registration, just to tempt the fates
Guarantees that your mother hates me
And I'll keep it up
'Cos nothing grates like piece work
Or hourly rates

I won't work nine-to-five
That's my profession
It's not the way I want to live my life
That's my lesson
And being friends with you's too much work for me

I don't mean to diss work
But I won't do your piece work
I don't mean to diss work
But I won't do your piece work