Lyrics Bucket - Mark A

Get a job
Get a life
Getting hot
As some spice
Yelling college from the right
Fill this form and sign your life away
Sign your life away
Right now as a teen
Crabs grabbing at your feet
From the bottom of the bucket
They can't fathom you not paying
And you saying fuck it
Pressure builds
And they surprised when you hack back
Get up on some spat tracks
And talk that trash about they system used to scam cash

I need a hazmat for wack cats
Now I need a brain that don't automatically lash lash back
I need a way forward
(Yeah yeah)
Cause it's looking dark
(Yeah yeah)
And the devil got intentions that'll tear me apart
Now I don't wanna work a job
Twelve kids marry feel like shit
All day at a desk
And a murderous stress
These crabs are grabbing for me man
Yeah they tryna pull me back in
To the bottom of the bucket