Lyrics:
I want to call it quits it doesn't matter who the blame is. yeah I'm tired yeah I'm excepting applications. You're fired. Retired your panty draws
applications
Plug me
Into the
Source powering
Force quit all the frustrations
You make me want to commit a crime
You’re killing me, we’ve declined
‘Cause i’m so
fighter jet war planes
War games! War games
Search warrant issued, kickin down door frames
Global employment for clients with patience
A new application
G string
Man ah need to fill your application
Your friends no believe say me love you
My friends no believe say you love me
Man thrust deep gyal
gbas gbos
But gbogbo ate werey t'apa nigba yen we gats close
Ko application kiri de Oyingbo de Ikeja de Isolo
Para fun bi six month omo'ye mi wey soro
slack
How the fuck will I pull it off
How the fuck will I get the bag
Job applications ain’t getting back
Cops harassing it’s too hot to slang
Crime
without application, so
Down in my soul
I can’t shake the longing for the life
Where You call and then I get movin’
Stay in My shadows
Stay in My shadows
you're the apple of my eye,
So well kept a gardener might confuse you with a bonsai
Like a college application, how I'm waiting your reply
Be my dopamine
on the TV
I look at limbless children
And that could have been me
Denied application
Cause of my colour on the CV
I look at my reflection
Tell them that I'm
understanding, and the application of your wisdom makes you outstanding .....and Papa may stand, Mama may stand but God bless the child with his own standing
Fuck
have a chance, (over looking applications), the name black at glance, (niggas duly qualified), but never given a chance, (meanwhile) these white boys,
w/ No Date, I’m Into You (Baby)
We Don’t Accept Applications, Only Commitment (That’s It)
Loyalty Is Everything, Mind On Business
Fuck These Bitches,
You read the news
Fear between the lines
You eat poisoned food
Brag to your friends
Animal cruelty
And high demands
Internet and applications
la mode
On tire dans l’t’as
On parle peu
C’est moi qui gere
Y’a pas de +10
Elle m’envoie sa chatte
Sur l’application
J’suis gentil j’vais pas tout
PEEPING DRONE
One cool thing about being alive in the 21st century
Is how life is better with the application of new technology
It used to be that
understanding, and the application of your wisdom makes you outstanding .....and Papa may stand, Mama may stand but God bless the child with his own standing
Fuck
habits just start to aching
No time games money minded on my application
Push up on that d**
Push Up on it
Push up on that d**
Push up on that d**
While
application
You played yourself congratulations
Lately I been feeling like I had enough
But grandma telling Me that relationships are tough
You know I’m tired
stratosphere
Et sur ma mere, ils pensent pouvoir me la mettre
Plus de nouvelles moins d’amis donc plus de traitres
Fuck le procureur la juge d’application des
fearing the salute
But, constant anticipation of application denials
Make pros accept a regression
Xs want me too
I could be as lonely as you
Just the way
paper slip on graduation day
So he writes some applications and he cuts his hair
And he gets himself a job with a desk at a chair
Couple dozen years
it’s full of Persian rugs
You can see the way we move you can tell we the mob
Come and get a application if you need a job
Ridin in that Maybach feelin
bins
Roll them out to the fork lift
And then the truck grinds it upward
With far too much sound
They had to fill out application forms
To get these jobs
ecological scenario
The controversial "Walled City"
Program is now
Taking applications! For more on that)
(as global population continues to freefall)
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