Louis Logic - Postal Lyrics
I'm punchin' a clock, carryin' my lunch in a boxSo don't ever assume that my life is something it's notShit, I got a 9 to 5, dispite the fact that I'm as liveAs any jerk-off cat that's signed to JiveMy boss is trying to drop me out my tree houseFor at least three hours a day, he's chewin' me outFor two to three thou. a month, they don't pay me enoughTo spend my work day, taking this stuff this jerk sayI ain't workin' over timeI'm tryin' to hear my name on MTV news up, in Kurt Loader's linesSo I work over rhymes, and I'm behind in my paper workI'm late for work, cause I spend my nights chasin' skirtsMy measly checque don't make it worth the stressThat hurts my chest, not to mention I'm emmersed in debtTo the top of a turtle neck, pissin' an moanin'But why should anyone listen to me, when I don't listen to no oneConsider this as an omen, I could go beserkAt any moment, like a mail man fed up with postal workI went from happy to nasty like a Bi-Polar jerkTo shoot em down the lounge with the fine foldgers perksPunch in, Punch out, Lunch in, Lunch outI've been lookin for a building with nice window to jump outFeelin' self destructive? Sick of the daily grime?Lately I feel disruptive, and I think its mailman time*beat changes*Day in, day out, It seems like theres no way outI pulled the twelve gauge out and shot off twenty-eight roundsAnd watch the pellets spread out, killin my associatesMy boss is gonna get it now, and find out what Postal is"Good morning Mr. Schwartz" "Good morning LouisYou've been late three times this month already, I believe this is the fourth""I don't want you misinformed, it's probably more-ac
