My alarm clock starts ringing much to my dismay Go out there and kill em, it's another working day But I just want to go back to sleep, I really don't wanna go But I know I'm gonna have to cause I need the money so My ceiling, it knows what I'm feeling It knows I don't want to go to work So it keeps me pinned down My ceiling, it knows what I'm feeling Yes, I'm talking about my ceiling I'm looking up at my ceiling And it's looking back down at me It can see what a mess I am and it knows I need the sleep Now the ceiling's level with the floor and my blankets are now the floorboards I can't move a fuckin' inch, I'll be late for work again