
Lyrics
Intro
Yeah...
I ain't savin' the world today.
I ain't solvin' no problems.
I'm just chillin'.
Let's go...
Verse 1
I woke up at noon, didn't make my bed
Pillow on the floor, pillow on my head
Coffee in a mug that says "World's Okayest Dad"
Spilled it on my shirt, now the shirt's a little sad
I got a to-do list longer than a CVS receipt
But I looked at it once and then I went back to sleep
I got dishes in the sink, I got laundry on the chair
I got a gym membership I forgot was even there
My phone's at four percent, I ain't chargin' it today
My emails are pilin' up, I'll delete 'em all, okay?
I got snacks in the pantry, I got shows in the queue
I got absolutely nothin' that I'm plannin' to do
I'm a professional napper, a certified chiller
A "maybe tomorrow" type of dedicated killer
Of time, of plans, of productivity's ghost
I'm the guy who shows up late and then he brags about it most
Verse 2 -
I got a gym bag in the trunk that's been there since '19
I got a gym membership that's a monument to "could've been"
I got a guitar in the corner that I swore I'd learn to play
That was seven years ago, and it's still in the same place
I got a stack of self-help books that I ain't never read
I got a vision board from January that's hangin' by a thread
I got a "five-year plan" that lasted 'bout five minutes
I got a million-dollar dream and a two-dollar limit
I'm the king of "I'll do it later," the prince of "after this"
The duke of "one more episode," the earl of "just a bit"
I'm the master of procrastination, the sensei of delay
The professor of "tomorrow's gonna be a better day"
I got goals that I ain't touched, I got dreams that I ain't chased
I got a whole lot of talent and a whole lot of waste
But I'm happy, I'm content, I'm at peace with my pace
'Cause the rat race is a death trap, and I ain't tryna race
Verse 3
They say "Hustle culture," "Grind never stops"
I say "Nap culture," "My couch is the spot"
They say "Rise and grind," I say "Rest and chill"
They say "Never sleep," I say "Always will"
They say "Be productive," I say "Be at peace"
They say "Make that money," I say "Make that sleep"
'Cause I been on that grind, I been on that chase
And I found out that happiness ain't a rat race
It's a slow walk, a deep breath, a long nap, a good meal
A "do what you love" and a "rest when you feel"
So call me lazy, call me slow, call me whatever you want
I'll be over here chillin' while you stress and you haunt
Yourself with the "should've," the "could've," the "need to"
I'll be over here laughin' with my feet up, easy
Outro -
So yeah.
I ain't doin' nothin' today.
And I ain't sorry about it.
Nap time

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