Lyrics:
lost without a beat
She get lost without me
You see frost, when I speak
Imma boss, you a worker boy get back to making spreadsheets
Niggas get
at this shit like a spreadsheet
I do it the best so the suckas counterfeiting me
Even UPS couldn't fuck with my delivery
They was in my head, now they stuck
6 hours of work in a 10-hour day
Getting pretty tired of playing this game
Staring spreadsheets for hours on end
Not e-mailing clients I'm texting my
gon’ finally see what it’s like to be
True to self
Make some more money: spreadsheets
Distance between me and you, at least a hundred feet
My song’s
terribly unhappy with his job (He hates it)
He just wants to walk in and say (I quit)
He don't wanna work your spreadsheets anymore
Because he's tired
bungle up priorities
Preach on market fit without authority
“Your spreadsheet is boring, B”
Keep that junior dev team quarantined!
Feed em sprint points
spreadsheets
You could be getting through!
Let go of your dreams
They're holding you back
Every cog is very valuable
It's just every cog is replaceable
You could
in different spheres
But never filled with fears
So get at me
Yea, just get at me
In front of your spreadsheet
Still trying to attack me
The kick hits
on spreadsheet just to show you that I excel
Let’s spell the word bars
Alliteration test
Because Braden basically boasts how that B’ll become the best
Actually,
the cellular
Count my stacks on the spreadsheets, she throw it on my testies
I ain't out of line, don't correct me, stay litty, never resting
REIGN SPRME yeah we
it less pathetic
I'll still base the way I spend my week off of a fucking excel spreadsheet
Buying Red Bull every morning while consistently ignoring
he take the backseat
His life been run by spreadsheets
Gave up his dreams so he hatin' on me
You need a glass of water, you finna overheat
Takin'
what to do
Not true!
I'm the boss now
Get lost now
I don't need a spreadsheet to tell me my destiny
I found the missing piece, the recipe to find peace
they talking bout'
Seek the truth
I'll tell it how it is
Spread her legs
I set sail (excel) like a spreadsheet
You got drown
You just food to the finned
spreadsheet
I shaved my whole body for you
So won't you please swipe right on me
But you should know
I'm ugly and cannot perform in bed
I wonder why nobody came
through
My Grandad built cabinets – had a smile upon his face
I only build spreadsheets – watch my ideas go to waste
All them people on TV
Living the life
said she work at BlackRock
We need an abortion immediately
I cannot have a kid going into IB
Doing spreadsheets 'til his eyes bleed
That's not where you
do this
Aye it's the groundwork
Ooh it's the blueprint
Cannot drown me out
Whenever I'm spewing
Watch me spread it out longevity
Spreadsheet in front
Yeah, recess
Name ringing bells in excess, yeah
Spreadsheet with the money spreading
Fan it out, fan it out
Make you a fan now, yeah
Recess, yeah
real, really neat
And they both could navigate a spreadsheet
And they like to sleep on an 800 count thread sheet
It was all pretty much swell
Except if
to start again
So come on mouse be nimble, mouse be quick
Don't let my spreadsheet data stick
'Cause data is the devil's only friend.
As I watched him on my
Deeper than a wishing well
I know you wish me hell
Ain't you sick of counting blessings
When you wish I'd fail
Formulated on a spreadsheet
I excel
spreadsheet
And ya wins were vacant
I been getting money
And it's mfn blatant
Oops did it again
I hoped out whip
And caught a new fan
Diamonds on my neck
piece
Where's your missus? In my sheets
Couldn't care for critiques (I'll excel no spreadsheets)
Huh, and I really told my main thing to go away
Thinks
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