Lyrics:
shirt I wear comes from the Philippines
And the car I drive is a Chevrolet
It was put together down in Argentina
By a guy making thirty cents a day
Well,
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
telling
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yelling
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk
cows
Are a little late
And will be out of date by tomorrow
Her mother placed on virginity
Saying it was the holy place to be
For the things boys had
changed
It's a dead end job, and you gets tired of sittin'
And it's like a nicotine habit you're always thinking about quittin'
I think about quittin'
a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, "Are you married?"
We'll say, "No man"
But you can do the job, when you're in town
Later on,
grew up to be a man
I had a steady job till I started into drinking
And I started making music that went with the devil's band
Oh, the years flew by
a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, "Are you married?"
We'll say, "No man"
But you can do the job, when you're in town
Later on,
would work through the winter
For thirty a month and his board
I started to say where he might land a job
When a fellow came in through the door
too much
Much, too much, too soon
You're much, too much, too soon
don't think I'm blown away by what I am
It's just a job that keeps me travelin', man
by the same sign serving them
Leanin' off the ash, had the same job
Sacrifices, going through the crisis
Working with a little, got negotiation
I was born in sixty-three
Got a little job in the factory
I don't know much about Kennedy
I was too busy working in the factory
We got a kid
me in a litter box
Give it up and get a job
Ugh, get a job, bitch
I'm like the boss from the
End of the Nintendo game
My brain is on another level
I
what you really do?" (What?)
I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)
I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo
Doin' all that wifey
that shit
You guys are way overbudget
Yo, listen, I do not wanna lose my job for of this
Love you guys, but I got two kids in private school
And by
the job you have, then what do you do it for?
The cure to pain isn't something you buy at liquor stores, nah
The real you is not defined by the size
Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always
by the screen door
Wants to play catch
Go fetch
I got you here next to me
Head on my shoulder, hand on my knee
Tell me, girl, how am I supposed
drill out on the job
I'll beat your steam drill down down down
Beat your steam drill down!"
John Henry said to his Shaker
"Shaker you had better
Sunshines, are you outside?
I am a simpleton by choice not speaking to hear my voice
Sunshines, why are you sleeping?
Gotta get outside
Cover
Overdrawn
In need of cash
Not a job in sight
Let's rob this goddamn bank, you know
The next thing I know
We had eleven people sprawled out
for road
Na me go ride with you when the popo dey for road
4 am for Lagos city you by my side
4 am for Lagos city cruising by your side
4 am for Lagos
You ain't really by yourself
In this lonely world
Get it girl
Get it, Get it girl
You ain't really by yourself
In this lonely world
Get it girl
Get
a dream and chase it
And hope someday we make it
As far as we can take it
We all try'na get by
Now you graduated and you’re hitting twenty three
No job
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