[Verse 1] Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed Via the study of post-adolescent agitated seeds Half the patients wasted self prior to Commencement So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the half that made it breathe They sold Pompeii impression, waste infections And twelve steps to lesson Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts The give-it get-it, never let it self passport our stubbornness Martyrs talks money causes in a harvesting Spartacus And so on I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics Life treats the peasants like They tried to fuck his woman while he slept inside Well they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems When the clock strikes nine I'll be waking with the best of routine caffeine team players For the cycle of it Under a dusted angel harp string Big Brother is watching My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts We on some door-to-door now Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down your throat for free I'll sacrifice my inborn tendencies For copper pennies for one commanding "Gimme that" So we can retain baby fat Make the biter snake bedlam Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet Make a move, pause, make a move break cannon Bent barrel one eight zero, U-Turn, squeeze, end it It's on like it's never been It's bleeding well It's bigger than a breadbox It corrodes my leaky finance I'll take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge With a Coke and a bag of chips To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because The first one slipped Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question marks I tend to underestimate my average Just another bastard savage Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand Cuz every dog has its day At which point, I'll pull it away [Hook] Now we the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us And we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes We the American working population Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out When we'd rather be supporting ourselves By being paid to perfect the pastimes That we have harbored based solely on the fact That it makes us smile if it sounds dope [Verse 2] It's the year of the silkworm Everything I built burned yesterday Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve Elevate the spreading of the silk germ Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in is dead Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal Saddle up on high horse My torch forced Polaris embarrassed Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage I bought some new sneakers I just hope my legacy matches It's the year of the landshark Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men some water They're out there being slaughtered In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to fuck their daughters Man it's the year of the Orphan Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your porches Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or met But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a threat Maybe it's the year of the waterbug Cockroach utter thug specimen Fury spawned from dreaming of your next of kin I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in I've been the object of your ridicule You've been a bitch lieutenant God, it's the year of the underpaid employee Spittin' forty plus a week And tryin' to rape Earth on my off time You bored dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough So you can run run run And I'mma let you think you won EVERYBODY! [Hook] We the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us And we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes We the American working population Hate the nine to five day-in day-out But we'd rather be supporting ourselves By being paid to perfect the pastimes That we have harbored based solely on the fact That it makes us smile if it sounds dope [Outro] Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen Pour myself a cup of ambition and Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and If I never make it home today, God bless Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen Pour myself a cup of ambition and Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and If I never make it home today, God bless FOLLOW AESOP ROCK: https://www.rhymesayers.com/aesoprock https://www.facebook.com/aesoprockwins https://www.twitter.com/aesoprockwins https://www.instagram.com/aesoprockwins

[Intro: Watsky & Raquel Rodriguez] Undermine, undermine, undermine Undermine, undermine, undermine Undermine, undermine, undermine [Verse 1] I don't know, I don't know What to say, what to say Either fuck you or I'm sorry Guess it just depends on the day Sorry for the damage I did Fuck you for the years that we lost Maybe there's no saving us left But I still say I love you under my breath [Chorus: Watsky & Raquel Rodriguez] Undermine, undermine, undermine Under my breath Undermine, undermine Under my breath Undermine, undermine, undermine Under my breath Undermine, undermine [Verse 2: Watsky] All the walls, all the walls Rip 'em down, rip 'em down Every nail, every nail Pull 'em out, pull 'em out with your teeth I've been busy biting my tongue Now I got the bloodiest grin I hope you live a wonderful life But you're finished living under my skin [Chorus: Watsky & Raquel Rodriguez] Undermine, undermine, undermine Under my skin Undermine, undermine Under my skin Undermine, undermine, undermine Under my skin Undermine, undermine Under my skin Under my skin [Verse 3: Watsky] It's a pity a part of me's so petty My tendency is to pick at the old scabs Maybe you could forever be unready I'm not ready to say that there's no chance Take whatever is heavy and hold steady I'll be surfing the ebb and the flow Working on letting it go Looking for heaven above Living in heaven below Listen, I know that we're getting bigger I figure the clock is ticking, but if I'm digging and digging And hitting nothing but rock I'll be stopping until I'm useful I know that soon it'll become a possibility We're not gonna be meeting till we're at another funeral Had an epiphany, I know you're not my enemy And if I'm thinking different the distance'll be the death of me Destiny hasn't ever been part of my life philosophy But I believe in opening every window you find If your window's missing, you draw a frame on the side of the wall With a silver Sharpie and then you open it wide If it doesn't open, at least you know that you tried And what can you do but try? Maybe you and I were never meant to be tight But say that we were to live for a ten-century life You could always change your mind Right up to 999 [Outro: Watsky] Undermine, undermine, undermine Undermine, undermine Undermine, undermine, undermine Undermine, undermine http://www.facebook.com/gwatsky http://www.twitter.com/gwatsky