Postal lyrics

Artist  : Louis Logic 
Song : Postal



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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