JKL - Green Onions! Lyrics

You ask me bout my job and I tell you that I'm
WORKING ON IT
You don't ask bout my hobbies, I'll still tell you I'm
WORKING ON IT
You ask me bout my job and I tell you that I'm
WORKING ON IT
And my money's getting messed up, best believe I'm still
WORKING ON IT
I'm working on it, not working out
Spend a couple bucks, then days on the couch
I'm missing veggies but got veggie in my stomach bile
Turning over sick bout the stink from laundry pile
Pushing pills down hoping to push the pain away
But instead I gotta scrub it from the tile, I lacerate
My long, long lists
I live for love, without it I'm sick
Spilling over secrets while I'm sipping on some sauternes
I'm sleeping without Venus, but caught in clouds, a sad-turn
You ask me bout my job and I tell you that I'm
WORKING ON IT
You don't ask bout my hobbies, I'll still tell you I'm
WORKING ON IT
You ask me bout my job and I tell you that I'm
WORKING ON IT
And my money's getting messed up, best believe I'm still
WORKING ON IT
I'm not talking, we're not talking
But I guess it's pretty fair tho
I'm just walking til the stakes up
Flip my bread soon as Friday's up
Eye look into the hazel
And my insides caramelize
I'm lost to the depth of debt
It's my fault, it's fair-in-height
Least I got my girl, she hot as fuck
She's just perfect in my eyes
I know that I am not perfect
And I'm overwhelmed by earnesty
But at the helm, if I mess up
My demise, written perfectly
Burn my thoughts til I can't think
I won't drown but I'll find out how the surface speaks

You ask me bout my job and I tell you that I'm
WORKING ON IT
You don't ask bout my hobbies, I'll still tell you I'm
WORKING ON IT
You ask me bout my job and I tell you that I'm
WORKING ON IT
And my money's getting messed up, best believe I'm still
WORKING ON IT
I'm working on it, not working out
Spend a couple bucks, then days on the couch
I'm missing veggies but got veggie in my stomach bile
Turning over sick bout the stink from laundry pile
Pushing pills down hoping to push the pain away
But instead I gotta scrub it from the tile, I lacerate
My long, long lists
I live for love, without it I'm sick
Spilling over secrets while I'm sipping on some sauternes
I'm sleeping without Venus, but caught in clouds, a sad-turn
You ask me bout my job and I tell you that I'm
WORKING ON IT
You don't ask bout my hobbies, I'll still tell you I'm
WORKING ON IT
You ask me bout my job and I tell you that I'm
WORKING ON IT
And my money's getting messed up, best believe I'm still
WORKING ON IT
I'm not talking, we're not talking
But I guess it's pretty fair tho
I'm just walking til the stakes up
Flip my bread soon as Friday's up
Eye look into the hazel
And my insides caramelize
I'm lost to the depth of debt
It's my fault, it's fair-in-height
Least I got my girl, she hot as fuck
She's just perfect in my eyes
I know that I am not perfect
And I'm overwhelmed by earnesty
But at the helm, if I mess up
My demise, written perfectly
Burn my thoughts til I can't think
I won't drown but I'll find out how the surface speaks