Whiskey on the Clock

[Chorus: All] I'm just sneakin' in sips, of that smooth whiskey (Yeah) By my desk tryna get by, in this daily grind (In this daily grind) When the boss ain't lookin', it's that brown liquor I'm cradlin' [Verse: Solo] Hide it in the drawer, next to the files and the pens Just a little sip, a secret toast to the weekend Takin' the edge off, with every little shot Dreamin' of wide open skies, when I'm in this little spot [Bridge: All] And when the 5 o'clock whistle blows I'll be ready to let it all go [Post-Chorus: Lead] Sometimes the watercooler's not enough's not enough) To quench the thirst from all this stuff (From all this stuff) So I keep my spirits hid, right within my reach Cuz that amber burn's my secret lesson I teach [Verse: Solo] I count the tickin' of the clock, feel it in my boots With every sneaky sip I take, my resolve renews