Count The Bread

Hey, it's me, Gerson
Yeah, I didn't went
To work today
And I won't go tomorrow
You wanna know why
I'll give you
One dois three
Quatro five seis
Seven reasons why

A quarter to four
To start the day
You think you need that shit
To make ur way
Östermalm Rio
London Times Square
They look at you
But they never care

They try try try
To bring you down
They try try try
To dry you out
Don't let these bastards
Grind you down
Down down down down

They try try try
To bring you down
They try try try
To dry you out
Don't let these bastards
Grind you down
Down down down down

They say now you must
Count the bread
Count the bread
It's time to move out
They say it's time
To be ur best
And count the bread
It's time to move out

Hey I know you're angry
No one's to replace me
Right now
Well ur the boss
You can fix that
Aha
It's your problem now
Not mine
Bitch
A-ha
Not mine
Bitch
A-ha
Not not not mine bitch

They say now you must
Count the bread
Count the bread
It's time to move out
They say it's time
To be ur best
And count the bread
It's time to move out

Don't destroy yourself
In this fucking lie
When you leave that shit
They will replace
You right now
Every morning those
Stupid rules begin
That's how I become
Ur enemy
Ahh

They try try try
To bring you down
They try try try
To dry you out
Don't let these bastards
Grind you down

They try try try
To bring you down
They try try try
To dry you out
Don't let these bastards
Grind you down

Stop callin me
You got my message
I won't be in this
Moldy mess anymore
Aha, really
Do I need to say it again
Ok Here I go
I'll give you
Uno två tres fira
Cinco sex siete
Reasos why

If you have a shitty life
Ucan't be my boss
You can never have any sex
Eww not with me
You can't be my boss
You always beg for my smile
You can't be my boss
All the time a new complaint
You can't be my boss
Sending messages every day
You can't be my boss
Now I deserve a better green
You can't be my boss

A big bad jerk
That's what you are
You'll never be my boss
Not anymore
Stupid bitch