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of vacation pay
At Skymint today

I got a job
Got a job
Got a job
At Skymint toady
I guess it paid to update my old
Resume
I had imposter syndrome every day
Now
the weather whenever I reach hell
Post concussion syndrome, get out of my brain
Post concussion syndrome, your driving me insane
Post concussion syndrome get
I'm not myself, no
I don't know anymore, no
Someone's doing my job
But it's not me, no
I got imposter syndrome
Keeping me down, keeping me out
'Cause
I get shit popping
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these niggas
(Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma
one day I went to see
What the judge would think of me
He said
"Don't quit your day job"
He said that to me
I said "You better not cry when you see me
I wake up in the morning, throw a book at my alarm clock
cuz I don't want to get out of bed and ready for work
cuz I hate my job and I'm not kidding
Mmm, uh
Hellish copter, motor blinker
Let the child go, point ya finger
Seer quarterback, murder kneeler
Where'd his job go? True believer
Hellish
to doing it
I'm spiraling down with imposter syndrome (how will I get a good job)
Time not on my side, I need to pay my bills

I don't wanna be so hung up
if I was an unknown.”

Mob Boss 

I’m a Mob Boss 

I don’t ask no questions 

Except what’s the job cost?

I’m on Mob Boss 

I’m a  Mob Boss 

I don’t
Breakout!
So we breakout!

I'm a post-war breakout (post-war breakout!)
And a post-war breakdown (breakdown! breakdown!)
I'm a post-war syndrome
You're bored again
It's time to start things over
Less work, more pay
So you rise to the occasion
Imposter syndrome setting in
You feel challenged
Pornstar syndrome
I smell your sweat, your gonna cum
That means that my job is done

And everyone would like to be
On your place, right here

Not
from the cabana thin phone in my hand
Blasting Country Grammar, “send dome” my demand
Head spinning like Havana syndrome and Xan
Yo I do this show daily
connect if I'm talking in riddles
Tired of the chasing the next up
Ain't no Salieri syndrome in me
That's a burden that I couldn't bear
Could've been frozen
les exclus
Tu rends ta job, sans études, tu recules
L'arme blanche inscrite au tableau noir
Au marqueur, les victimes
Bâtonnées par le trait noir
preparation, I can really understand it
Cuz you gotta go to work, that's the only thing you think
cbout job, you have to be on time
You take the first bus, being
wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome
wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome
there was to know
You didn't know anything about this, tell 'em melodie

(ms melodie)
Daddy's home everyday since he lost his job
His new line of work is
"Buy me this, buy me that" syndrome shit
Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich
gettin' mad 'cause I cursed and I scream I hate'cha
Introduced you
miss me
That's what you get for tryin' to dick me
Miss me with that "Buy me this
Buy me that" syndrome shit
Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich
Gettin'
because the future of the world depends on
If or if not the child we raise gon' have that syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skin
Plus you was smilin' 'til the bill miss me 
That's what you get for trynna dick me 
Missed me with that "buy me this, buy me that"- syndrome shit
about an interesting case
In fact, I can tell you about many stories
Cuz my life belongs to many stores
Call it, syndrome of teen
No problem to love, I

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