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uh
And I'm sorry I'm a narcissist
But somebody need to point me where the carpet is
You can whine and just complain you ain't a part of this
But in

a career field
They want you to believe it's a noble nine to five
Then disguise it a job at one at one of their companies
Every problem in the world could be

emergency response team do
Such a great job I
Commend them i need to fuck
This fox up though

Sirens are getting louder
I reversed the direction
Of the Circle

tried hard to settle down
But for every job so many men
So many men that no one needs

But don't give up you have friends
Don't give up I know it's never

rush hour
Wish I had magic or teleporting power
Late for this interview, my fear getting louder
My chances of getting this job are gonna suffer
Ghanaian

problems,
But I don't picture me going on no job hunt,
Money pilin up now thats somethin to be proud of,
Yea I'm killin 'em, but it's not my fault,
Cos I

shite I've had to listen to day in
And out at all me lunch breaks on the site surrounded
By a load bums that run their mouths brown's 
All I hear and now

when I'm defeated
Straight to the top you can't stop me I'm heated
Replenish my energy when it's depleted
Do it by the numbers I never cheated
Message

things. For control is a construct. Often underpinned by a need to alleviate fear or concern for the unknown, for variables that cannot be fully accounted

And they need to check their attitude.
Ignoring me!
I’m just doing my job
I’m a person with feelings too.
 
 
Moehsa:
Chase?!
 
Chase:
Hey Mo.
 
Moesha:
What

what got his ass shot (Phew)
I just feel like Dre, get the play
Put it in motion
Made 10K by twelvе, why your ass loafin'?
(yeah) poured a six today

around the town
dude you´ve got too much time on your hands
man just find a job
you don’t dig me that´s just fine by me
mmm cause yet and still
you just

Yea I'm back
Yea I'm back

Crimez
For this I need to see your hands up
Hands up
I'm pickin my man's up
Cardiac arrest in the band truck
My vision is

'm neo out the matrix  

I work hard just to get by

I won't stop cause I need mine

Why give you all of my time

Keep them fucks I don't have mine

I

and I'm
New to the game but you know that
I'm ravenous and then I

Quazyte Quazyte goin hard on the job site
A lot of hard days turning into long nights
But

a queen 
That's how I'ma treat ya 
Call	ya job and
Tell 'em	they don't need ya	
All ya problems	
Gone	
Amnesia
Ain't no
No Passport
Ain't 
No visa
Mixing

Taught myself how to grow, world was a haze
Dunno what to say with my mates anymore
Stuck inside I played games
Couldn't get a job so had no money

I'm all in but I'm falling
Cause my wallet just ain't got enough shit in it to come visit
Only sawdust from my pocket cause my job eats all my time up

heading to me, rubber bands run to the max
In fact, I am the illest and the realist
You're welcome to be a witness
Cause I'm getting the job finished while

I three-peat
Put two and two together, what
You need a lob?
We're already paying cops to try
And do a God's job
They're getting technical
Slick with

Man I'm broke as fuck, can't find no job
Just got back from the military
And shit change. Shit 

They say it's the roots to all evil
The noose to our

the long range beam
Just another victim that got caught up in the system
No, I need an exorcism
With an AR-15
Now let me slow down my roll
Cuz you know I

fought the Philistines like he couldn't bleed
Now the devil's hard at work selling shit that I shouldn't need
But you know how it go

The pharaohs don't

it up i i ain't even gotta lie about it
Most of these niggas be putting on flashing money and cars let's talk about it
How you get money wit no job boy