Louis Logic Postal Lyrics

Postal Lyrics

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I'm punchin' a clock, carryin' my lunch in a box

So don't ever assume that my life is something it's not

Shit, I got a 9 to 5, dispite the fact that I'm as live

As any jerk-off cat that's signed to Jive

My boss is trying to drop me out my tree house

For at least three hours a day, he's chewin' me out

For two to three thou. a month, they don't pay me enough

To spend my work day, taking this stuff this jerk say

I ain't workin' over time

I'm tryin' to hear my name on MTV news up, in Kurt Loader's lines

So I work over rhymes, and I'm behind in my paper work

I'm late for work, cause I spend my nights chasin' skirts

My measly checque don't make it worth the stress

That hurts my chest, not to mention I'm emmersed in debt

To the top of a turtle neck, pissin' an moanin'

But why should anyone listen to me, when I don't listen to no one

Consider this as an omen, I could go beserk

At any moment, like a mail man fed up with postal work

I went from happy to nasty like a Bi-Polar jerk

To shoot em down the lounge with the fine foldgers perks



Punch in, Punch out, Lunch in, Lunch out

I've been lookin for a building with nice window to jump out

Feelin' self destructive? Sick of the daily grime?

Lately I feel disruptive, and I think its mailman time

*beat changes*

Day in, day out, It seems like theres no way out

I pulled the twelve gauge out and shot off twenty-eight rounds

And watch the pellets spread out, killin my associates

My boss is gonna get it now, and find out what Postal is



"Good morning Mr. Schwartz" "Good morning Louis

You've been late three times this month already, I believe this is the
fourth"

"I don't want you misinformed, it's probably more

You're not counting the times I didn't sign the time sheet on the lobby
floor"

"Right, well if you feel your jobs secure, keep it up then"

"Apparntly someone hasn't had his coffee and he needs a muffin"

"Perhaps you need a breif discussion, a policy refresher

And wheres your progress note?" "Oh, I forgot that on my
dresser"

"Well if this case is too much pressure, we can ease the tension

Starting today, you forfeit your pay and take a weeks suspension

You really should prioritize, you can't stay up all night

Like some college guy, bathing in beer like it's a party life"

"Look, I'm sorry I've been screwin up

I know I got the perfect job, but I've been working hard on this music
stuff"

"Well Louis, you need a good job, and I know this one can be tough

But rapping isn't real work, and it can be just as hard"

"Man, what you trying to stop be from being a star?"

"You don't even play an instrument" "Yo I don't need a guitar to
season these bars"

"Alright well settle down now, theres no need for alarm, try an remain
calm"

"Or, I'll light this fuckin' office up with guns, fire, and
napalm"



You're just another asshole, who wants to see me dressed up in my dads
clothes

Working underpaid until I'm that old

As far as that goes, you'll never live to see it take place

I've brought a little present for you in my aftershave case



Punch in, Punch out, Lunch in, Lunch out

I've been lookin for a building with nice window to jump out

Feelin' self destructive? Sick of the daily grime?

Lately I feel disruptive, and I think its mailman time

Day in, day out, It seems like theres no way out

I pulled the twelve gauge out and shot off twenty-eight rounds

And watch the pellets spread out, killin my associates

My boss is gonna get it now, and find out what Postal is