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I don't have the time to sing this fking song
Ain't got no ideas, can't go fking wrong
Pressure building up, bulls**t going down
At each other's throats, looking for the sound
Chorus:
Lack of motivation no one gives a d*mn
Try to move ahead, but I don't think I can
There will come a day when we will understand
There will come a day when we'll destroy the band
I cannot make sense of this
Can't understand what the hell it is
First we're up and then we're down
Wish we could decide, decide right now
Spoken:
Yo, what's your fking problem man?
You're coming in here late every fking night!
Bad attitude!
And you had your head up your as* for the last six weeks
You better reach around, and get it out of there real fast
Or we're giving you your walking papers
You know where the door is right buddy?
You can hit the road
Lack of motivation no one gives a d*mn
Try to move ahead, but I don't think I can
There will come a day when we will understand
There will come a day when we'll destroy the band