Lyrics
Waking up, getting dressed, brushing teeth and off to work, A hasty breakfast, not much thought, just fulfilling the perk. Picking up where yesterday left, in this daily grind, Lunchtime comes around, a little hope for what we'll find.
But cafeteria menus don't bring surprises anew, Just more of the same, like déjà vu, Yesterday's dish, the day before that too, This routine life, oh how it grew.
Quick browse through the news, nothing really new, Just recycled stories, ain't nothing fresh to chew. Brief respite from the afternoon's toll, Back to work, time ticks slow.
Anticipation builds again, but now for dinner's call, Yet as hours pass, excitement doesn't enthral, Predictable meals at familiar places, no spark or zeal, Routine reigns supreme, even on our plates it seems.
The day winds down, clock strikes out, Heading home with an emotionless shout, Deep down wishing tomorrow could take a break, Living this loop, feels like a mistake.
(Verse 2) Night falls, I'm back at my lair, No thrill or anticipation in the air, Each evening mirrors the last one there, In this cycle, I've become so used to bear.
Tomorrow looming, feeling blasé, Another round, another maze, Same old track, no detours to blaze, In this rhythm, I often daze
But hey, life's a rap, gotta keep the flow, Even when the lyrics feel low, Rise and shine, let the beat unfold, Breaking patterns, making them bold.
So wake up, brush, dress, work, repeat, But hold onto dreams that aren't so bleak, There's more beyond these mundane streets, And maybe, just maybe, tomorrow brings treats.
(Bridge) Everyday hustle, everyday drill, In this rap of life, we all spill, Yet within the rhythm, there's space to chill, To rewrite the verses, make each meal a thrill.
Keep pushing, breaking free from the script, Let tomorrow be different, no need to quit, In this rap of life, create your own hit, And live it loud, like a true lyricist.
