Lyrics:
All my niggas playing god boy I'll remove you from this earth
Nah I can't get a job ya I'm on fraud & moving work
Think that I'm Bob Marley by
she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
Yeah it's just me
You oh-
You made me
You oh-
You made me
You oh-
You made me
You oh-
You made me
You oh-
Tell me lies
String me by
True self in disguise
Finally
Now why this man's soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then gently touched his hand
Which
Have to own up, have to concede, they used me like you.
We all have our jobs, markers of our fate, that dictate our place.
But now I know it's not
and we started to drink
And we took the world by the throat
We became the poison
With no antidote
I don't want to see you dead
Drifted apart no one knows
trying to teach students who think for themselves
It's our job to tell them
These children are being taught to accept uncritically whatever they are told
ain't covered by insurance, oh FUCK!
I lost my job again
Didn't take my meds today, oh fuck
I think I just ran out of luck
Fuck a doctor, fuck a shrink
Like ships in the night
We pass each other by
I blame it on the wrong time
I think I kinda like you
Little things that you do
Wanna give this a try
ore-boats bring the loads
clawed from the earth by steel
lifted and lugged by arms of steel
sung on its way by the clanking
clam-shells
the runners now,
accomplishments
Most people don't know what i lost to accomplish this
Now i got hoes by my side acting like they my accomplice
I really hate this shit, if we being
off the porch
By the time you got ah pack, we was tryin' to get ignored
VVs in my mouth, diamonds dancin', Bobby Shmurda
Niggas rappin' like they
We had to pay him double 'cause he was the man in charge
And the jailer's job was not the best in town
Later on his wife brought hot bologna eggs
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, we'll conspire
bucking, I'm really the ticket
Runnin your mouth, you get smacked by the V
How you get robbed? Then got socked, robbed for Like 50, you dirty and popped
Boy
head, they keep fallin'
So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those
Hi lili
When i¿m tired
Boring and upset
I look to my job and i can¿ t finish it
Marching Step by step
I look through the window
There¿s a warm sky,
I used to work a job at Papa Johns dressed up like a pizza slice out on the lawn
and I would wave to the passers-by who would sometimes flip me off
h*** out garbage day tomorrow
And I have yet to take that trash out or emptied this cigar
RZA, Rah, we amped, eh, Meth is on his job
It ain't nothing
favorite vice
My blue eyed baby
Works twelve hour days
Wish I had a job that gives me far more pay
So she can lie
By my side
And say "Thank you dear for
sister
Cryin' cause she doesn't have a dress
Without a patch, for the party to go
Oh, but she knows, she'll get by
She is..Livin' In The Love
of tomorrow
Is being Ruled by Old men
Everyday we dey show workings
Pelu suit & tie with white stockings
White cola job
The pay no de drop
Minimum wage too (
the Joneses on their way to being shot
Everyone feels completed by everything that they've bought
What you thought was a career is barely even a job
It's just
upon your fears
Dry up all your tears
I will laugh with you all day
Forget your job, lets go out and play
I saw you walkin' down the street
Your
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