Urban Sloth Syndrome (Jungle Flip)

Late… on time… Late… on time… I wake at noon Commuter rush is gone I miss my train On purpose Yawn Office texts “Are you close?” I’m closer To my bed Scrolling doom Hungover I’m a sloth in the city Baby Everything’s late on time You’re grinding Crying in traffic I’m stuck at the back of the line You call it failure I call it pacing You call it lazy I call it design I’m a sloth in the city Baby Doing nothing better than fine You chase goals I chase branches of banks Sit on the floor Count cracks Give thanks Friends get promoted I get promoted to chair CEO of staring At absolutely nowhere Late… on time… Late… on time… You run on caffeine and panic I run on “maybe tonight” You’re worshipping hustle and metrics I’m worshipping fluorescent light Ceiling stain looks like a halo Guess I’m a saint of the slow Confessing my sins at the crosswalk Refusing to go when it’s go I’m a sloth in the city Baby Everything’s late on time You’re grinding Crying in traffic I’m stuck at the back of the line You call it losing I call it freedom You call it slack I call it a sign I’m a sloth in the city Baby Doing nothing better than fine Late… on time…