[Hook: bouncing restless male MC, over stuttering club kick and hard claps] Two weeks, two weeks, here's my two weeks Every Friday I been writin' it and starin' at the keys Two weeks, two weeks, and the clock is on my side I been givin' you two weeks every week of my life [Verse 1: bouncing restless male MC, cutting on the claps] Cubicle fourteen, got a cactus and a fan And a chair that's leanin' left like it's got a better plan Every Friday, four fifty-five, I open up a draft "Dear Mister Hollis," and I sit there, and I laugh "Please accept this letter as my notice," nice and clean Then I save it, then I shut it, and I'm back on Monday's screen Got four hundred of 'em sittin' in a folder labeled "Soon" Four hundred perfect getaways, and none of 'em left the room Every quarter there's a pizza and a speech about the team And every quarter I just eat it and I swallow down a scream [Hook: bouncing restless male MC, the sub bass hitting] Two weeks, two weeks, here's my two weeks Every Friday I been writin' it and starin' at the keys Two weeks, two weeks, and the clock is on my side I been givin' you two weeks every week of my life [Verse 2: bouncing restless male MC, building] Then this Friday came a memo, "Weekend coverage, mandatory" Nine Saturdays in a row and a pizza for the story And I looked at that cactus, and the cactus looked at me Little thing ain't had a drink since the copier was free Opened draft four hundred one, didn't change a single word Moved the mouse up to the button, and I clicked it, and it purred Then my inbox dinged back in a minute, maybe two It was Hollis, two words only, and the two words were "Me too" [Hook: bouncing restless male MC, the sub bass hitting] Two weeks, two weeks, here's my two weeks Every Friday I been writin' it and starin' at the keys Two weeks, two weeks, and the clock is on my side I been givin' you two weeks every week of my life [Verse 3: bouncing restless male MC, every line starts with "I quit," harder on every clap] I quit the gray carpet and the chair that's leanin' left I quit the quarterly pizza and the speeches and the theft I quit the Monday mornin' and the "buddy" and the "champ" I quit the badge, I quit the lanyard, I quit the parkin' stamp I quit the ninety-minute meetin' where the agenda was a joke I quit the Sunday dread that used to sit inside my throat I quit the folder labeled "Soon," I quit it, it's today I quit so loud the copier jammed up and walked away Then Hollis came down from his office with his mug and with his coat Said, "I been writin' mine for twenty years, I never sent the note" We rode the elevator down like two men out on bail With the cactus and the fan and the stapler and the mail [Hook: bouncing restless male MC, full club drums] Two weeks, two weeks, here's my two weeks Every Friday I been writin' it and starin' at the keys Two weeks, two weeks, and the clock is on my side I been givin' you two weeks every week of my life [End]
