[Intro] I brushed my teeth this morning 'til the enamel started stripping The coffee cup is boiling but you'll never see me dripping I drafted seven memos while I hydroplaned the Lexus I'm pulling all the strings to this entire corporate nexus I'm ironing the fabric while it's sticking to my skin a little third-degree burn It's just a price to pay to win Got a spreadsheet in the left hand, got a meeting in the right I am carving up the budget, I am sleeping through the night I don't sleep! [Orchestral hit] [Chorus] My blood pressure is boiling, but my handshake is so cold I am doing yoga poses while I do what I am I haven't blinked since Tuesday and my vision's getting blurry But the appetizer's plated so there's absolutely no need to worry No need to worry! I am spinning every plate, I am grinning through the hate If you tell me to relax I'll serve your liver on a slate (To serve it up!) Watch me optimize the fun (Oh-oh-oh!) Watch me stare into the sun (Oh-oh-oh!) I'm a master of the hustle, I'm a bullet in the gun Employee of the century, the absolute elite I will schedule my own funeral and keep it off the sheet [Bridge] [bass and drums continue, guitar becomes more rhythmic] Swipe the card (Swipe!) Close the deal (Close!) I don't need a therapy to tell me how I feel I swallowed ibuprofen with a shot of gasoline I'm the most efficient monster that this office ever seen! [manic laughter] The tie is like a noose, but it matches with the shoes I'm casually ignoring all the lawsuits in the news [music stops abruptly] Did you just say I look a little tired? Did you? [chaotic drum fill, chromatic guitar scale] [scream] I invented waking up! [Instrumental Break] [fast big band swing, aggressive brass section, distorted guitar solo] [Chorus] I am spinning every plate, I am grinning through the hate If you tell me to relax I'll serve your liver on a slate Watch me optimize the fun, watch me stare into the sun I'm a master of the hustle, I'm a bullet in the gun Employee of the century, the absolute elite I will schedule my own funeral and keep it off the sheet [Outro] [music slows down, piano enters] Let me just... let me just fix your collar There. Perfect.
