Lyrics:
we take steps through
university doors
9 dollars per hour
an investment in our future
but that's not for sure
can't ever get out
can't ever escape
Collecting my wage
Dollars per hour, no no, it's ok
No matter how much time we spend getting by
It's a goddamn waste, at least we try
An arbitrary line
sexist prolly true, I admit it
But look around who isn't, this ain't right, is it?
Y'all been gettin less dollars per hour for a minute
Money over bad
complaining about
Cannot consume your exposure
And I got mouths to feed so excuse me
As I take my leave you see this number here?
That's dollars per hour I want
That's 12 years a slave
At 8 dollars per one hour of 24
And half of that don't even count cause I ain't even seen my eyelids
At my crib by 10:45 and im
Skyward niggas be tripping glike Terrence Howard
Niggas inattiquite they tripping over my power
Niggas inaccurate I'm charging dollars per hour
I'm
an hour,
A dollar fifty per week…
The steel mill workers
In Pennsylvania,
Killed by the Pinkertons...
Winchester rifles,
And bosses blessings
In eighteen
knew were filthy
Dream of owning buildings like Don Peebles
Realize my hours per dollar is not equal
To what I'm deserving
Tired of trading time for
at one hundred miles per hour
The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em
But I laughed to myself at the men and the ladies
Who never conceived
Sister's out til 5, doing banker son's hours
But she owns a Mazarotti that's a gift from his father
Stop at full speed, at 100 miles per hour
The Colgate
an hour
I hung around for three or four
Around a million dollar baby
In a five and ten cent store
She was selling China
And when she made those eyes
an hour
I hung around for three or four
Around a million dollar baby
In a five and ten cent store
She was selling China
And when she made those eyes
of gas in the air
Gas, I’m not gon’ pass
If my troubles last
My skillset vast
Run the money up fast
Miles per hour, my dollar rate
Rhymes cost
an hour
I hung around for three or four
Around a million dollar baby
In a five and ten cent store
She was selling China
And when she made those eyes
him wrapped in work up to his brow
I make him open the office ev'ry morning at eight
I come around about four hours late
Ev'rything comes to those
an hour
I hung around for three or four
Around a million dollar baby
In a five and ten cent store
She was selling China
And when she made those eyes
out 'til five doing banker's son's hours.
But she owns a Maserati that's a gift from his father.
Stopped at full speed at one hundred miles per hour
an hour
I hung around for three or four
Around a million dollar baby
In a five and ten cent store
She was selling China
And when she made those eyes
I'm worth 15 dollars an hour flipping burgers for 15 dollars an hour
A dollar an hour, eight hours a day
Will soon make a young man wither away
I work for my family with my wrinkled hands
For I'm a small time
an hour
I hung around for three or four
Around a million dollar baby
In a five and ten cent store
She was selling China
And when she made those eyes
an hour.
I hung around for three or four.
Around a million dollar baby
In a five and ten cent store.
She was selling china
And when she made those
an hour
I hung around for three or four
Around a million-dollar baby
In a five and ten cent store
She was selling china
And when she made those eyes
a J-47, a jet for his power
Craig Breedlove had averaged four-o-seven per hour
Both man and machine had given fair warn
They'd set a new record on that
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