Boring Is the Plan

(boring is the plan)

Saturday the cousins in the lot, trunk up, speaker loud
Rented chains, rented shine, rented crowd
I'm in the kitchen with a spreadsheet and a boiled egg
Nine to five, lunch in a Tupperware, I don't beg
Fifty on the first, fifty on the fifteenth
Auto-draft quiet like a cat on a windowsill
They say you're sleeping on your life, I say I'm sleeping on my plan
Eight hours of rest is a rate you can't beat, man
Same grey sedan, same grey tie, same grey day
Grey is the colour of money that stays
Coupon in the drawer, coffee from the pot
Nobody claps for a number going up a notch
Still I keep the pace, still I keep the line
Slow is a speed and I'm slow on time
Birthday cake from the store with the sale sticker on
I blow out the candle and I make the same wish: more of the same song

They call it slow, I call it safe
They call it small, I call it a base
Every little Friday is a brick in the wall
Say it with me now, say it for them all

Boring is the plan, boring is the plan
Let them laugh while the account expands
Boring is the plan, boring is the plan
Ten years quiet, then I own the land
(quiet)
Boring, boring
(quiet)
Boring, boring

Auto-draft
(Friday)
Same old shoes
(Friday)
Number go up
(quiet)
Boring, boring
(quiet)
Boring, boring

Auto-draft
(Friday)
Same old shoes
(Friday)
Number go up
(quiet)
Boring, boring
(quiet)

Ten years later, same lot, different light
Half the chains in the pawn shop, half the trunks locked tight
Phone ring, it's the cousin, voice low and thin
Say bro, how you do it, and I say begin
Begin with the boring, begin with the same
Begin with a Friday and a number and a name
I don't lend a lump, I teach the little draft
You can fix a whole year with a very small raft
Not a flex, it's a bench, you can sit if you want
Put a little bit down and let the habit haunt
I still eat the egg, I still wear the tie
Rich is a quiet that nobody can buy
Come by on Sunday, I'll show you the sheet
Bring your own pen, bring your own seat
We'll start with the egg and a boring routine
The loudest thing you'll hear is the printer in the machine

They call it slow, I called it safe
They called it small, I called it a base
Now every Friday is a brick in the wall
Say it with me now, say it for them all

Boring is the plan, boring is the plan
Let them laugh while the account expands
Boring is the plan, boring is the plan
Ten years quiet, then I own the land
(quiet)
Boring, boring
(quiet)
Boring, boring

Auto-draft
(Friday)
Same old shoes
(Friday)
Number go up
(quiet)
Boring, boring
(quiet)
Boring, boring
(quiet)

Truth, boring wasn't peace, it was fear
I watched the truck come for the couch one year
Mama on the porch with the lamp turned low
That's the day I learned what loud costs, you know
So I built a small thing, brick by brick by brick
Quiet money doesn't do tricks

Boring was the plan, boring is the plan
Now they ask me how and I say again
Boring is the plan, boring is the plan
Ten years quiet and I own the land
(boring, boring)

Auto-draft
(Friday)
Boring, boring

Auto-draft
(Friday)
Boring, boring
(quiet)
Boring, boring
(quiet)
Boring, boring
(quiet)
Boring, boring
(Friday)
Boring, boring
(quiet)