This ain't no nine to five,
Twenty four seven just to stay alive
So What Up! are you down to ride
No pockets full of money but we're getting by.
I remember when I didn't have to work
Walking through the woods I was covered in dirt.
No job no bills just some time to kill,
And all I had to do was skate and surf,
Now,
It's a different kind of grinding,
Taking up my time and, I don't even mind
Because im still getting mine,
And nuts for the beach, let's fall asleep,
Never give up because my heart is telling me.
This ain't no nine to five,
Twenty four seven just to stay alive, What Up!
Are you down to ride,
No pockets full of money but i'm getting by.
This ain't no nine to five,
Twenty four seven just to stay alive,
So What Up! are you down to ride
No pockets full of money but we're getting by.
Leaning over till its over,
Never like I couldn't close
Im the life you chose
Already soaked our souls.
Can't slow down,
It's out of breath control
That's rock and roll,
Gotta baby toe,
Going broke just to play this show,
But the city likes beat time
Non-stop green lights.
Doing it being out
Just wouldn't seem right
I've gotta keep tonight
Now i'm back on the road
////This ain't no nine to five,
Twenty four seven just to stay alive,
So What Up! are you down to ride
No pockets full of money but we're getting by.\\\\
WHAT UP, WHAT UP, WHAT UP
This ain't no ninety five.
WHAT UP, WHAT UP, WHAT UP
This ain't no ninety five.