Christian Lanes - Clockin' Out Lyrics

I just wanna go home right now, maybe link up with the bros but now
I just wanna see my girl, take her a rose, take her to a show but now
But now, clockin' out, I just wanna de-stress
Getting away from the mess, impossible if you saw what's inside my chest, aye
Inside of my soul is a place full of holes if you only knew but you don't
Different corridors for horrors in store, can't seem to sell em off they hide in their homes
Only Lord knows that a house that's divided, doesn't stand a chance when getting collided
Cutting off the strands splitting indecisive, why is it that drama seems so enticing

I just wanna clock out, take the day off writing lyrics for when I'm famous
Maybe that's why I've been feeling anxious, no control over my patience
Patiently waiting for the paper chasers, knowing they secretly hater, haters
Pull me in deep like the undertaker, six feet deep in my sunken treasure
I just wanna clock out
I just wanna clock out, clock out
I just wanna clock out, yeah
I just wanna clock out, clock out

Yeah aye
Why is it every time I get home, I need to feel an assurance
All this is from the get go, ain't talkin' bout the lizard from insurance
Calling me from the guest phone, I'm feeling a disturbance kinda like
Falling for the friend zone, betta prep for your endurance
All jokes aside, no phony lies, I feel disconnected but I'm still alive
Mistakes arise, forgiveness? Tried, Hate myself but love the life
I'm strong at times, but weak inside, my conscious fights, my heart revives
But call the fight, I'm done tonight, just give me the phone so I can rock the mic
Out on the road or chilling at home I put my emotions on hold
Locking the door, losing control, knees to my chest holding me close
Shower pouring down fearing I'll drown knowing I didn't make a difference in the world
But when I see five twenty nine I know I'll be fine just one more minute to go! So I can

Clock out, take the day off writing lyrics for when I'm famous
Maybe that's why I've been feeling anxious, no control over my patience
Patiently waiting for the paper chasers, knowing they secretly hater, haters
Pull me in deep like the undertaker, six feet deep in my sunken treasure
I just wanna clock out