Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Yo, I'm feelin' lightheaded, boss man’s stressed me,
Passed out at work, now my mind's feelin' messy.
"Handle it, or I’ll kick you out," man, what the fuck?
Ain't no health in this hustle, got me feelin' like I'm stuck.

Mental's breakin’ down, this grind is a trap,
Ballin’ on the surface, but it’s all just a cap.
Flexin' on the 'Gram, but I'm crumblin' inside,
These nine-to-five demons, man, I just wanna hide.

(Chorus)
It's health or the job, what the fuck I'ma choose?
Both are important, but I'm feelin' the blues.
Break down inside, but a paycheck's my drug,
These bitches don’t care, man, I’m feelin' real thugged.

(Verse 2)
Burnout got me twisted, I’m lost in the grind,
Gotta pick one, but I can’t leave the grind behind.
Tell me what’s the point if I break for a dime?
My future looks bleak, but I’m runnin’ outta time.

Chasin' paper mountains, but I’m losin' my soul,
Every day’s a battle, just tryna stay whole.
Mental health’s a joke? Nah, this shit’s real as fuck,
I’m tired of this game, and I’m feelin’ like I’m stuck.

(Chorus)
It's health or the job, what the fuck I'ma choose?
Both are important, but I'm feelin' the blues.
Break down inside, but a paycheck's my drug,
These bitches don’t care, man, I’m feelin' real thugged.

(Bridge)
Fuck the grind, I’m tired of this hustle,
Livin’ in a cage, I’m done with the struggle.
Lookin' in the mirror, see a ghost of my past,
Health or job, but this pressure's too vast.

(Verse 3)
Ain’t no escape route, got my body on the line,
But this rat race, man, I’m losin’ my mind.
Flexin’ for the likes, but these bitches don’t see,
That I’m breakin' inside, just tryna be me.

So I’m scream at the sky, tell the world what I feel,
Mental health's a warrior, time to make it real.
I won’t let ‘em break me, I’ll rise from the muck,
It’s either health or job, but I’m done givin’ a fuck.

(Chorus)
It's health or the job, what the fuck I'ma choose?
Both are important, but I'm feelin' the blues.
Break down inside, but a paycheck's my drug,
These bitches don’t care, man, I’m feelin' real thugged.

(Outro)
So I fight for my life, like a motherfuckin' champ,
Health on the line, but I don’t need a stamp.
Remember my name, I ain’t goin’ out soft,
Burned out but I’m thugged out; this battle ain't lost.