Want to be productive

I'm feeling lazy and incomplete,
I feel like a failure yet I'm standing on two feet,
I slouch on the couch, I share half facts
I like competition cos I don't like to earn hard cash.
I don't like to tell a lie, just choose not to share the truth
So don't ask questions. That'll have me shaking in my boots.
I don't ask for help - get mad if you don't believe in me.
And if your short on numbers, I won't refuse your sorry plee.
I'm treading on my toes, I'm treading on my clothes,
I am a mess, I feel tired and alone.
So wake me up, get out the hose
Clear the table, and patch up my nose -
I'm out of joint need some one on one time,
Why's it get so hectic, why do I get so out of line?
Want to be a provider, Want to be productive
Want to be professional, Want to be proactive,
So use my life, Clear me out,
Cos I surrender... Yes, I surrender Lord!

I'm sick of the internet, wish that I was blind
I've got no self-control, I'm so distracted in my mind.
I've got a million problems, but I won't deal to one,
I see the big picture, but it's easy just to have fun.
I feel dumb, and I'm confused,
So many look up to me, they compliment my views.
I'm doing well for myself but I could do better,
I'm unmotivated, and because of that I'm fed up.
So wake me up, remove all my doubt,
Clear the table, speak your words through my mouth.
I'm out of joint, need some one on one time,
Why's it get so hectic, why do I get so out of line?
Want to be a provider, want to be productive,
Want to be professional, Want to be proactive.
Don't want to procrastinate, to be a protector
I will surrender, Yes, I will surrender Lord!

Wish this got the work done, or that I could sit down for this long
When my hearts heavy, Need to express myself through song,
Glorious Lord help me to enjoy the workplace,
Your space, my place,
Asleep freestyle:
I regret not calling on your name, for the fame refrain came through to me free and I'm trying flying through space is a place in case you misssed it flip that skid kid rid of you quick on the tip of existence tripped on my misfit mother coloured red ted shed my lead poison friend lend you a sheet of A4 paper it's a caper of mysterious sorts, taut on a line of fine string bringing fantasy and harmony and played me trickery wickedly firstly cursed me churchy and lurchy merchy like a switchfoot logo, fo sho, my promo backs me up. Hard luck this is wrapped up. Mucking around is the sound I cut up, so cups up.