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Paroles de Hustle Culture

Interprètes Luna Fae CarperBrian Carper

Paroles de la chanson Hustle Culture par Luna Fae Carper lyrics officiel

Hustle Culture est une chanson en Anglais

(Verse 1)
Every damn morning, I wake up in this hell,
Drag my ass to work, another day in a cell.
Boss is a demon with a sadistic grin,
Karen's a snake, spreading lies, diving in sin.

(Pre-Chorus)
If it wasn't for the cash, I'd be gone in a flash,
Burn this place to the ground, leave it all in ash.

(Chorus)
I hate this fucking job, hate that bastard boss,
Told Karen to fuck off, get fucking lost.
If it wasn't for the money I need to survive,
I’d tell them all to rot in hell, run away, never look back,
Fuck this job, fuck this place,
Karen can choke on her gossip, in the parking lot disgrace.
Capitalism, you sick twisted fuck, you're a total disgrace.

(Verse 2)
Another goddamn meeting, another worthless task,
Pretending I care, hiding behind this cold, dead mask.
Dreaming of a massacre, a sweet escape,
Away from this nightmare, erasing every trace.

(Pre-Chorus)
If it wasn't for the cash, I'd be gone in a flash,
Burn this place to the ground, leave it all in ash.

(Chorus)
I hate this fucking job, hate that bastard boss,
Told Karen to fuck off, get fucking lost.
If it wasn't for the money I need to survive,
I’d tell them all to rot in hell, run away, never look back,
Fuck this job, fuck this place,
Karen can choke on her gossip, in the parking lot disgrace.
Capitalism, you sick twisted fuck, you're a total disgrace.

(Bridge)
Daydreaming of the blood, dripping as I go,
Pack my bags, fuck this place, let the chaos flow.
No more chains, no more lies,
Living in a world where the corporate dies.

(Chorus)
I hate this fucking job, hate that bastard boss,
Told Karen to fuck off, get fucking lost.
If it wasn't for the money I need to survive,
I’d tell them all to rot in hell, run away, never look back,
Fuck this job, fuck this place,
Karen can choke on her gossip, in the parking lot disgrace.
Capitalism, you sick twisted fuck, you're a total disgrace.

(Outro)
One day soon, I’ll make my escape,
Leave behind this soul-crushing rape.
Until then, I'll dream and wait,
For the day I can finally change my fate.
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