Lyrics:
It's a fookin' rotten job to be a Santa,
In a grotto in a big department store,
Telling lies to stinking children who are pissing on your tunic,
You
grew up livin' in the Hood
It was always bad, it was never good
I couldn't even hardly go outside
Where we heard gunshots, we had to hide
Not like we
at the moon, how she reflects us
I can see my thoughts so bright under the red lights
Can you feel this breeze behind my neck?
Step by step it leads me back
Look
magic jus call me wizard
Do a good job Might get an incentive
Smoke this gas thinking I'm getting dementia
Everybody round me getting loaded (get loaded)
thing is follow your passions ally it's not a truce what you need to follow instead is your skill set and you'll find this out by talking to your friends
rushing to get the job done he's gotta do it on a single night
He doesn't have a list to check to find who's good or bad
He keeps all his information
Painted red, so proud
Good kids read aloud
Don't act like your clouds
I am serious now
cre you blushing now?
Why you rushing now?
Is she blushing now?
a junkie 'cause he ain't got no job (no job, no job).
Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard).
Told my mother she got to carry me all by
happened one day
While I was driving to my home
I just happened to have my car radio on
When I heard the jockey raving about
A brand new smash
By a kid
them ol' grey mules
The farm grew to be a moneymaker
And the house he lived in grew up room by room
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
said this before in this same interview
I think, my, my job is to somehow make them curious enough
Or persuade them by hook or crook
To get more aware
bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm rare though, uh
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two,
licked
Get hit by a dread who's fed with the nonsense
Leave you red, where my clip empty out his contents
Spill your guts when I fill ya up with
briefcase
And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped
Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure
Space investor,
Rumor has it that she got a good job
Works six days a week, gives the seventh to God
Always carves time out for her mom
That doesn't mean she
next life
It's not fair
You got distracted by your fancy job
And I got busy writing all these songs
Wish I could freeze the time and stop the clock
I'd
worked all those years, what I got, I got honest
I was red white and blue as the fourth of July.
Now I work in this diner
Since my job went to China
Lost
is fixed
That's why we don't be fucking with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks
walk away
Think of something good to say
to the lady
Wearing Red Soul Shoes
OO! What a vision
IT's time for a quick decision
Do or Die
Red Soul Shoes
with the gat that be ready to peel
I'm the one next to Spliff when it's time to ill
I'ma show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move
Loving my life and it's so great
Bring in the good vibes
Negative energy waving goodbye
I gotta run to the money
Never gon sleep on my job
Gotta bring
Government of the peeps
By the peeps
For the peeps
It’s government of the greed
By the greed
For the greed
Can you see
No job for the youth
They are all
Walkin' up 23rd Street i was tired and alone
It was late my housemate
Would be asleep when I got home
The sign ahead glowin' red
Said the Chelsea
You was just a baby girl looking for a new job
I was typhoon, cartoon for you to watch
Took you by the belt loop, said, "How can I help you?"
How
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