Lyrics:
Big job, a-pickin' up the pieces (big job)
Big job, a-makin' the rounds (big job)
Big job, of tellin' all the ladies
My pretty momma is a-comin'
Big job, a-pickin' up the pieces (big job)
Big job, a-makin' the rounds (big job)
Big job, of tellin' all the ladies
My pretty momma is a-comin'
you're lookin' for a hero
Someone to save the day
Well darlin' my feet
They're made of clay
But I've got something in my soul
And I want to give it up
The queue gets longer every day, I just ain't got time to stay
I ain't gonna run away all I wanna do is play
I don't want no dead end job, I don't want no
Still got to work that eight hour day
Whether you like that job or not
You'd better keep it on ice
While you're lining up your long shot
Which is
on pride
Oh my God, Busta said, "That's on Tribe"
When I thought the Book of Job was a job
The Devil had my soul, I can't lie
Life gon' have some lows
Let me guess, another album about, "Poor me
I'm so famous, it has ruined my rich little life
And I'm such a tortured artist, let me make music about
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
artist, artist
businessman, businessman
engineer, engineer
fire fighter, fire fighter
journalist, journalist
photographer, photographer
Quit your day job.
Now I know alot of you people here are sayin':
"I cant quit my day job, I got kids to feed Jack."
Quit your day job.
Focus on your
for a job
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
Getting money while them other boys bitter
I'm an artist
Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren't so bold
And everyone in friends
A fellow needs a girl to sit by his side, at the end of a weary day.
To sit by his side and listen to him talk and agree with the things he'll say.
day.
Man you know she never came back.
I am the artist.
I paint a picture for you.
I am the artist.
Bunny took a job here in Houston.
Said it had
the dark
Hate you with a passion, but he asking for a job
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
Getting money
American raised
Canadian born
My name is Daystar Peterson
One day I'ma be the biggest artist in the whole world
As for right now though
The year
an artist, and it's my job to entertain
(Entertain, entertain)
Lemme hear you say
Oh I need professional help
I am an artist and I hate myself
Oh I need
You're the engine that makes all things go
And you're always in disguise, my hero
I see your light in the dark
Smile in my face when we all know
Busy than a motherfucker, you know how my job get
Barkin' up the wrong tree, you know how the dogs get
Haven't fallen off yet, yee
Come with
houndin' me to get a job
Well I finally did and my boss is a slob
He's on my back really all day long
It seems like everything I do is wrong
Well, I
(Get a job)
Every morning about this time, my baby's on me and she cryin'
About a job
At breakfast every day, she throws the want ads my way
It'd be nice
To have a blow job
It would be nice
To have a blow job
It would be nice
To have a blow job
It would be nice
To have a blow job
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