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