Rabbit Junk - The Grind

Grow with it, own it
I should have written it down
Or just don't roll with it
I guess it's fucked up now

Don't miss it, don't live it
But I drag it around
a splinter in my mind
I Keep on living the grind

Manic Monday, wanna make it go away
Tuesday, fascist, I wanna disobey
Wednesday like a never-ending stairway
Thursday, Friday, everyday a hell day
Weekend, pretend, like I'm twenty
Relive golden age of plenty
Weeks fly by, I'm bleeding time
No way out, I live the grind

Hustle
Forget your needs
Hands up
Down on your knees
Glorified
You think you want it
Justified
I'll sell you on it
We won't back down
And let you bury us
Underground, we will break free
Who can stop this? Nobody

Hustle
Forget your needs
Hands up
Down on your knees
Glorified
You think you want it
Justified
I'll sell you on it

When the chaos does recede
And a fresh calm falls on the scene
I think about all the empty vessels I occupied today

Manic Monday, feels like a rerun
Tuesday, too much, never gonna get it done
Wednesday, maybe shouldn't have woken up
Thursday, Friday, startin' to not give a fuck