| Song | My Devotion |
| Artist | Kero One |
| Album | Kinetic World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Chorus: | |
| I knew that you couldn’t see my devotions, “oh oh oh ohhh” | |
| I knew that you wouldn’t see my emotions, “oh ohhhh” | |
| I knew that you couldn’t see my devotions, “oh oh oh ohhh” | |
| I knew that you wouldn’t see my emotions, “emotions” | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I’m yawning, 6 in the morning | |
| Gotta get to class at the crack of dawn and | |
| Though I have no clue what these classes will do for me | |
| That teacher AIN’T Foolin me, and her book AIN’T schoolin me, | |
| I was late to her class, so I’mma get harassed , pardon me as I stumble in foolishly | |
| But I better get my act straight G, my pops don’t play see, lately | |
| He been askin’ FOR my grades, If I bring home a “C” I’ll be given more beats than Jay-Z, | |
| ’cause I got more beats than rihanna, I mean those hits that’ll take me to Bahamas | |
| Working in my studio, late night pajamas, hoping that my parents could see my nirvana, but… | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Punch in punch out were my options, | |
| There were times when I wish I meant boxing, | |
| but I’m talking crunchin’ numbers like once a month for this job in Austin, | |
| The rest of days I’m a slave to my boss and he’s a slave to his boss who AIN’T awesome, | |
| around the office everyone was cautious, but behind his back called him the rat or the possum, | |
| He favored all the sales dudes, over slave dudes, he said they make miracles like Jesus | |
| It’s a miracle, he only saw my flaws, | |
| and the only raise I saw was his brow when he paid you, | |
| I guess I’ll go back to working on this railroad | |
| All the live long day, and if he can’t see my value, | |
| He’ll get two weeks to convince me to stay, or I’ll say… | |
| Verse 3 | |
| man its late, bout 9, time to ring that phone | |
| Wifey ain’t gonna like me, if I’m not back home | |
| many nights, the family’s been waiting up alone, | |
| the bills are piling up, soon the kid’s will be grown, | |
| if I can get this raise then my face will be glowing, | |
| most nights, spent fighting, with the wifey while showing, | |
| 8 months pregnant, time flies like a Boeing, | |
| Flippin’ Job jugglin’ , cirque du soleil | |
| If I was a musician, at least Work has some play, | |
| But now, I heard its all work and no pay, | |
| rest in peace, Music sales in the grave, | |
| Oh well, can’t dwell, i’m a corporate slave, | |
| Drinking minute maid, with federal Minimal aid | |
| my lady’s in my ear bout our minimum wage, | |
| she don’t see my hustle, and she cant seem to wait, | |
| my knees bout to buckle carrying this weight | |
| what’s that noise? Oh it’s just a dream? I’m still 22? That’s a relief... |
| Chorus: | |
| I knew that you couldn' t see my devotions, " oh oh oh ohhh" | |
| I knew that you wouldn' t see my emotions, " oh ohhhh" | |
| I knew that you couldn' t see my devotions, " oh oh oh ohhh" | |
| I knew that you wouldn' t see my emotions, " emotions" | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m yawning, 6 in the morning | |
| Gotta get to class at the crack of dawn and | |
| Though I have no clue what these classes will do for me | |
| That teacher AIN' T Foolin me, and her book AIN' T schoolin me, | |
| I was late to her class, so I' mma get harassed , pardon me as I stumble in foolishly | |
| But I better get my act straight G, my pops don' t play see, lately | |
| He been askin' FOR my grades, If I bring home a " C" I' ll be given more beats than JayZ, | |
| ' cause I got more beats than rihanna, I mean those hits that' ll take me to Bahamas | |
| Working in my studio, late night pajamas, hoping that my parents could see my nirvana, but | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Punch in punch out were my options, | |
| There were times when I wish I meant boxing, | |
| but I' m talking crunchin' numbers like once a month for this job in Austin, | |
| The rest of days I' m a slave to my boss and he' s a slave to his boss who AIN' T awesome, | |
| around the office everyone was cautious, but behind his back called him the rat or the possum, | |
| He favored all the sales dudes, over slave dudes, he said they make miracles like Jesus | |
| It' s a miracle, he only saw my flaws, | |
| and the only raise I saw was his brow when he paid you, | |
| I guess I' ll go back to working on this railroad | |
| All the live long day, and if he can' t see my value, | |
| He' ll get two weeks to convince me to stay, or I' ll say | |
| Verse 3 | |
| man its late, bout 9, time to ring that phone | |
| Wifey ain' t gonna like me, if I' m not back home | |
| many nights, the family' s been waiting up alone, | |
| the bills are piling up, soon the kid' s will be grown, | |
| if I can get this raise then my face will be glowing, | |
| most nights, spent fighting, with the wifey while showing, | |
| 8 months pregnant, time flies like a Boeing, | |
| Flippin' Job jugglin' , cirque du soleil | |
| If I was a musician, at least Work has some play, | |
| But now, I heard its all work and no pay, | |
| rest in peace, Music sales in the grave, | |
| Oh well, can' t dwell, i' m a corporate slave, | |
| Drinking minute maid, with federal Minimal aid | |
| my lady' s in my ear bout our minimum wage, | |
| she don' t see my hustle, and she cant seem to wait, | |
| my knees bout to buckle carrying this weight | |
| what' s that noise? Oh it' s just a dream? I' m still 22? That' s a relief... |
| Chorus: | |
| I knew that you couldn' t see my devotions, " oh oh oh ohhh" | |
| I knew that you wouldn' t see my emotions, " oh ohhhh" | |
| I knew that you couldn' t see my devotions, " oh oh oh ohhh" | |
| I knew that you wouldn' t see my emotions, " emotions" | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m yawning, 6 in the morning | |
| Gotta get to class at the crack of dawn and | |
| Though I have no clue what these classes will do for me | |
| That teacher AIN' T Foolin me, and her book AIN' T schoolin me, | |
| I was late to her class, so I' mma get harassed , pardon me as I stumble in foolishly | |
| But I better get my act straight G, my pops don' t play see, lately | |
| He been askin' FOR my grades, If I bring home a " C" I' ll be given more beats than JayZ, | |
| ' cause I got more beats than rihanna, I mean those hits that' ll take me to Bahamas | |
| Working in my studio, late night pajamas, hoping that my parents could see my nirvana, but | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Punch in punch out were my options, | |
| There were times when I wish I meant boxing, | |
| but I' m talking crunchin' numbers like once a month for this job in Austin, | |
| The rest of days I' m a slave to my boss and he' s a slave to his boss who AIN' T awesome, | |
| around the office everyone was cautious, but behind his back called him the rat or the possum, | |
| He favored all the sales dudes, over slave dudes, he said they make miracles like Jesus | |
| It' s a miracle, he only saw my flaws, | |
| and the only raise I saw was his brow when he paid you, | |
| I guess I' ll go back to working on this railroad | |
| All the live long day, and if he can' t see my value, | |
| He' ll get two weeks to convince me to stay, or I' ll say | |
| Verse 3 | |
| man its late, bout 9, time to ring that phone | |
| Wifey ain' t gonna like me, if I' m not back home | |
| many nights, the family' s been waiting up alone, | |
| the bills are piling up, soon the kid' s will be grown, | |
| if I can get this raise then my face will be glowing, | |
| most nights, spent fighting, with the wifey while showing, | |
| 8 months pregnant, time flies like a Boeing, | |
| Flippin' Job jugglin' , cirque du soleil | |
| If I was a musician, at least Work has some play, | |
| But now, I heard its all work and no pay, | |
| rest in peace, Music sales in the grave, | |
| Oh well, can' t dwell, i' m a corporate slave, | |
| Drinking minute maid, with federal Minimal aid | |
| my lady' s in my ear bout our minimum wage, | |
| she don' t see my hustle, and she cant seem to wait, | |
| my knees bout to buckle carrying this weight | |
| what' s that noise? Oh it' s just a dream? I' m still 22? That' s a relief... |