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rapboat - work olympics lyrics

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i can’t withstand those self_righteous drones actin like they curin cancer sittin on thrones all alone
when all these motherf_ckers do is push papers or stitch them together with staplers
seriously, what’s the deal with these chumps, these uptight punks, every office got a few of these schnmucks, actin like monks
they live to work, not work to live, stuck in that rut and make sure that everyone knows how dedicated they strut
they compete in work olympics, pedal to the medal, pushin for that gold like their legacy’s settled
you know the type, first in, last ones to leave, always just finishing up somethin, makin you seethe
when you’re tryna bounce at a reasonable time, they make us all look lazy, playin their grind game of mime
just cause we ain’t sacrificin our souls to the corporate line and don’t even get me started, they volunteer for every role
even the trash, no one else wants, but they actin’ whole as if they’re somehow superior, above the rest of us
for pickin up the slack, like they’re the righteous, oh, thanks, karen, for takin on that extra strain
now management’s norm is overloadin our brains because someone’s willin to break their own chains
and the worst part, these workaholic strains ain’t gettin paid more, ain’t movin up fast
and they ain’t even gettin any happier, just stuck in the past but they keep at it, grindin’ those 12_hour days
like it’s a race that no one else even appraised, it’s like they find satisfaction in the stress they embrace
as if being busy makes them important in the workplace but the busiest person in the room is just the biggest fool
what’s even more infuriating is how they turn their rule into some moral high ground, judging all
silently or loud, shaming anyone who ain’t enthralled, they side_eye you if you take that full lunch
or leave on time like you’ve thrown a sucker punch as if not sellin your soul is some personal breach
they’ll toss phrases like “team player” in their preach, “goin the extra mile,” as if that’ll teach
you to grind yourself into an early grave’s reach, no thanks, i’ll keep my life outside the work’s leash
here’s the brutal truth, no one’s gonna care how many nights you pulled, or how you dared
to work weekends to the bone when you’re old, burnt out, and all alone
with nothin but a few attaboys in your phone, your company won’t care, they’ll just replace
with the next naive drone too blind to face that workin yourself down is a fool’s race
so to all you tireless robots out there, here’s a thought, maybe, just maybe, try doin’ less than you ought
take a step back, breathe, and realize that your plot ain’t the be_all, end_all of your existence
the world’ll keep spinnin with or without your persistence, no need to answer emails at 11 pm
or take on tasks no one asked you to hem, you ain’t a hero for burnin your own stem
you’re just another cog in the system’s whim and you’re makin the rest of us look like we’re dim
so, please for sanity’s sake drop the overwork game, stop tryin to make burnin yourself a n0ble claim
the rest of us wanna get through our days without feelin like we’re trapped in your craze
work smarter not harder, learn to relax, maybe then we can get back to our tracks

- rapboat lyrics

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