Silent Countdown

Up in the office, suit tie, it's fly Eyes on the prize, till I felt that high Desk chair rolling, but then, oh man Let one slip, now the room's in a ban [Hook] [Verse Two:] (Brown alert, in the work space) Stains on the Dockers, a foul case Colleagues coughin', windows open, aghast Now they all fear me, from that one gas blast Got reputations, now they droppin' fast Scent of the doom, my career might not last Next day's gripping, with dread on my mind Off to the work office, cross that line In the queue shuffling, cheeks clamped tight Every step careful, holding with all my might [Hook] [Verse Three:] (State office walk, it's a tense trace) Gotta keep it in, not a hint on my face