Lyrics:
American Businessman, look what you do
You source your work to factories where workers are abused
So your stock price climbs, on the market
highs of the fire perkys, and counting millies
Go through lows like a grounds worker, a employee
Dress like a skata or a gangsta
Got styles on me
You gon'
American Businessman, look what you do
You source your work to factories where workers are abused
So your stock price climbs, on the market
time
You are worker, smiler, mother, wife
And I'm standing
At the edge of the rest of my life
Does anyone know where does this go
If I cross the line
calling since
Last week
Don't wanna pick up
We got workers woah woah
If you ain't talking about cash
Please don't call my line
I'm grinding for some cash
the earth like a lost worker bee
Out in the world
I know that somewhere
A hard drinking girl
With kindness in reservoirs
Looks to the sea
Or scours
The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line;
The husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor;
Near the Randolph Square
Drop a line or grab a train
And I'll see you in Harlem
You can stay at my new place
See the sights, get a job
And it'll be okay
the seas around
He sailed across the ocean to land in 'Frisco town
There was only a company union, the bosses had their way
A worker had to stand in line
CHORUS : 1
I Hit these Streets an get this money I go sick with It
I just talked her out her Panties I'm to slick With It
Drop a bag to my workers
Yeah
Motherfucking on
Yeah, Biome
World
Workers of the world unite
Danganronpa every night
Izmehk up in Lake Baikal
Shoot you up the fucking
California
I'm from, California, it's made me a harder worker
Than the peers I compete with, watching me outwork them
I'm from, California, Cali, California
Thiry thousand auto workers have gone
To work to find
That they've been downsized form the
Assembly to the unemployment line
The employed seeking job
Niggas in the bushes got bitches on west end
Got a lot of associates but NO I don't got many friends
I say hold on please don't cross that line and please
on the dash
Pray I don't crash and police miss me
This is for the swervers for the workers
For the customers who never get nervous during a purchase
This if for
I Had to learn to deal with losses
Never practiced Exorcism but I had to deal with the crosses
You don't like being a worker, find a deal for
changed one day in a science lesson, grey lines redefined in my mind with chalk on a blackboard
In a lesson about honeybees
Epitomised epiphany
And it was
Too good to be true for a railroad worker
Daddy said we weren't meant to be
Though I knew it from the start
They say "the dollar rules the heart"
I said
won’t blow them away
If the caf were to ever close
I’d call it doomsday
I love the caf so much I’m a huge fan
All the workers know me
The call me smoothie
hype
'Cause I'm a worker bee
Fuck a hive mind, ugh
You need a drive bye, ay
Right in your eye, eye,
Jeff Beelzebub, ugh, abusin' worker's rights
You
covers my Jordan's but I seldom find it
To be a problem because natural is better than purchased
I feel were workers, we should work to make the world
children
And Palestinian mums
While a politician sits beside you
And says well at least the workers won
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
Which
the worker's revolution
And I believe in the final solution
I believe in, I believe in
I believe in the shape of things to come
And I believe, I'm not
worker Dillon
Yeah I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles
Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles
He'd bring me to his crib
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