Lyrics:
any help)
(Do you need any help)
I can handle this job all by myself
Well I love my baby, she's a little lovin' and hugger
Cute as a button
Gimme the drink
I gotta take a bite bite bite
I'm tryna feast
Feeding the team
I need the fuel
Gimme the gas
I need the juice
Bottles for days
Never
would I make you feel
If you my was in my socks
No matter how hard I try
You only see the flaws
I don't even get a good job
I don't even get a good job
on the speaker, listening to a discourse by Buddha and some of them teachers and then I
Rolled out of bed had breakfast with Bab, we talked politics and Bahaullah
She called me up today
Meet me down at the old cafe
I jumped into the shower
I was getting my marching orders
We need to talk
Step into my
go hard
I'm so hard
I bogard
I bogard
I bogard
Niggas Kno
They be hollin out Bo
I be hollin out yo
Watcha need?
I Kno you ont want no smoke
Money
to sleep
Yea its hard for me to sleep
So I went and got a job
Got my first check
Hit the hood and copped soft
Stood in the bethel
Til I got the shit off
Grab
sankoch
Arthur ne bulaya
“Tu player nahi, beta tu hain coach”
I’m a liberal, I don’t need no lotus
On the stage, baby, don’t lose your focus
Baby, you’re
my job, I'd change my life
I'd do anything for you
Baby I love you
Thank heaven above for you
More than my car, my house, my job, lay down my life
I
the yellow rari
Money like I'm Arthur Curry
Got all sorts of tags on me
Lookin' like a brand safari
Gucci rings, need the bling
Frozen chains, tattooed
hit-list
Depression decomposing in plastic too
By now
She was number two
How you ain't know you need a hit-list
Ah you need a hit-list
You some made men if
games
Who's the real boss of the life I make
Maybe I don't need to be famous
Maybe I don't need your job to find out
Maybe the way isn't paved the same
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
on now she say she wanna leave
You don't gas girls when you got self-esteem
Working on myself
Cuz I'm all I need
I just work all by myself
Til the job's
You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me?
Did you stand by me?
No, not at all
Now I got a job
But it don't pay
I
You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me?
Did you stand by me?
No, not at all
Now I got a job
But it don't pay
I
My B.O. double S ain't
Nothing but a S.O.B
He ain't nothing but a S.O.B
Fuck a J.O.B
Till I'm R.I.P
Hey yo
You make me want to quit my job, but I
the show
One would've assume that by this time
That tin can would've been up in the air
Lift Off
Better stand with the livin kid
Then put your gun down
I
joke
I put the praise in the most high
but only when I need him not to many people close by
Oh hi except for you if you find yourself listening
I keep it
everybody just follow me
Cause we need a little controversy
Cause it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
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!
me now they pledging like Sorority
You know that it's Showtime I started off with no time
Number one I know I'm gonna get the credit I don't need
a day, Ain't no place i been
Fina call Dre, 'Cuz the city so near
Welcome all y'all this the freedom in fear
Still got the vision, see it so clear
Need
I think a little slower when I'm high
Should probably pull over since I'm high
Can barely keep open my eyes
There's a patient in the back I need
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