Lyrics Willoughby - The Seige

Man come to work on time everyday
And he grind for the raise boss say he gotta
(Push)
Got a wife he don't even really like
And a house that's way over priced but he still gotta (Push)
Wound up tight
Now he started thinking that his life ain't right
He just need a little
(Push)
Cause he's on the edge right now
Wrong side of the bed right now
Bitch give me that
Push, Drive, Push
You gotta push to stay alive
Push, Drive, Push
In the game to survive man some will die
Headed home on the train
Man fall asleep, tryna' ease that pain
Cause he's tired of the
(Push)
Has a little dream bout a place where he ain't got to be another rat
in the race uh
(Push)
A place called Willoughby Lane
Where everybody knows his name
And he don't have to change
(Push)
But he never makes it out of his seat
Wakes up before he can even make it to his feat
Back to work he can't focus
Thinks he'd rather be homeless
Tries to push through the day but it's hopeless
Wife yells in his face and he don't notice
Soon as he gets to that part of his day
Soon as he gets to that seat on the train
Close his eyes and everything goes away
Said he's trying to be up at Willoughby Lane
Push, Drive, Push
You gotta push to stay alive
Push, Drive, Push
In the game to survive man some will die
Push, drive, man you gotta push to stay alive
In the urban jungle that's the only way you thrive
In the game to survive man some will die
Push, drive, man you gotta push to stay alive
In the urban jungle that's the only way you thrive
In the game to survive man some will die
By now you're probably thinking
A man like him don't need another reason
He just need a
(Push)
Next time he sees Willoughby Lane
Said he's gonna get off that train
Even if he's got to
(Push)
No more dead end job
No boss, no wife, no cars
Man no more
(Push)
Falls asleep when he gets to his seat
Sees Willoughby Lane and then
All it took was thought
Cause the man got off of the train
But the train never stopped
And when they put what was left of his body in the ground
Willoughby was the name on the box
See he went to that place he was longing for
Where everybody waves and they hold open doors
Got away from the stress and the bore
Instead of Willoughby Lane
He went to the Willoughby morgue