Miami Vice Haze

(yo, check, check)

Staring at the clock,

yeah the minutes are crawling Spreadsheet on the screen,

but the couch is calling Got a boss in my ear talking

synergized goals But I'm plotting my escape from these cubicle holes (let

me go!)

I'm punchin' out, hit the road,

I'm gone No more nine-to-five till the break of dawn Now I'm

living on the couch,

living so free Watching Crockett and Tubbs until three in the morning

(yeah,

three am!)

Yeah,

running through the streets in a pastel suit In my mind I'm

a detective getting all of the loot Instead of typing up emails

that could have been a thought I'm escaping the trap where the

corporate got caught Staying up late,

television glare No sleep in my eyes,

but I just don't care (hahaha)

I'm punchin' out, hit the road,

I'm gone No more nine-to-five till the break of dawn Now I'm

living on the couch,

living so free Watching Crockett and Tubbs until three in the morning

(three am, let's go!)

Three AM, static on the tube screen...

No more spreadsheets... Just the palms and the ocean drive...

(ahhhh, peace at last)