Simple Livin' Lyrics - The Papercut Chronicles - Gym Class Heroes

I'm like nine hours away from finishing my nine hour shift 

And wishing I was gone nine hours ago 

'Cause nine hours wasted tossin' back the chicken 

I could've written nine verses just in time for the show 

Slacker mind state retirin' on time that's borrowed 

My motto's I'll stop procrastinatin' tomorrow 

I took the sorrow from the windchimes 

Left happiness lonesome and strung up 

Sarcasm to make the melody wholesome 

From my lungs to my feet I'm breathing 

Everything I speak but now they're charging for oxygen 

And the bills due next week, I'll be a day late and a buck short 

Story of my life, I wish my pay rate was much more 

Duckin' swords in a rat race 

I didn't apply for running towards something that's fake 

And thinking, why for, they're shutting doors right in my face 

And sitting high horse is a car and a dope place 

Something to die for, this is my war 

And now I'm schemin' on plots to make my pockets swell 

Simple living is a bitch but damn, I do it well 

Some are fortunate to make it and some of 'em fail 

Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed 

Schemin' on plots, hey hey 

Simple living is a bitch, hey hey 

Some are fortunate to make it, hey hey 

Some locomotors push through, hey hey 

I lead a crocodile mile lifestyle I run and slide 

But when it's time to collide with the bump 

I always bail 'cause I'm not ready for that dive 

Or that silly 9-5 solidified career option 

A hop skip and a leap away from rock star 

And not too far away from fillin' pop's shoes 

The idyllic hard workin' type of callous feet 

Complete with wife, kids, dog, house and picket fence 

That's nonsense, I'm convinced I'm built for better things 

And won't settle for the empty smile that cheddar brings 

It seems like i'm working hard simply 

'Cause it's what they say I have to do 

You graduate and then you either get a job or you go to school 

12 years wasn't enough, that's more than half of my life spent 

Trying to make the world accept me 

Plus I've got the papers saying that I made it through 

Now I'm working 2 jobs 

Three with music and you don't respect me? 

Fuck it I'll retire now, you'll work until you're 62 

And now I'm schemin' on plots to make my pockets swell 

Simple living is a bitch but damn, I do it well 

Some are fortunate to make it and some of 'em fail 

Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed 

Schemin' on plots, hey hey 

Simple living is a bitch, hey hey 

Some are fortunate to make it, hey hey 

Some locomotives push through, hey hey