I'm trying to sleep but a little later
With a lot of things to do but it's a chore
If I could reach out to you before the day starts
Then I would be knocking down my door
I could use a little downtime
I could take a break or two
Don't clock me out at every hour
How everyone's got their own thing to do

You got it, you got it, oh
You got it, you got it, oh
You got it, you got it, oh
You got it
Their things to do

And every break I feel comes through
So I'm walking down to you
Every second that I

I'm trying to sleep, but a little later
Got lot of things to do but it's a chore
If I could reach out to you before the day starts
Then I would be knocking down my door
I could use a little downtime
I could take a break or two
Don't clock me out at every hour
How everyone's their own thing to do