Lyrics:
The world loves my philosophy
I get referrals all the time
More than I need
I am now teaching others how to have
Multiple streams of income
Children love me
of dawn
I'm the Biz Mark, and I'm a sure shot
All of a sudden, you you you you..
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got a wife by the name
told em that I might just need the whole thang
I remember when my teacher said I need a job
And I told em I'm a boss I ain't being no slave
I won't let
you, mr. first-nighter! my wonderful, wonderful pussy doesn't need you! I have my briefcase, harry! I'm going to fuck my briefcase! I'm going to...look!
I ain't nothing but a reject
On the 3rd by the mailbox
Waiting on my SSD check
Get food stamps but no cash aid
Just EBT
I could get a job I got
three poles
See who the champ now I'm getting these wins by a landslide
I need energy, yeah, yeah, yeah That ultimate energy
I need energy Let's talk
kissed
Burberry short dress oh yes
I can see you love me by the way you look
Arthur prada I can read you like a book
Not tryna rush it
Made that mistake in
a big piece of land
Let your boy dream
I got schemes up my sleeve
I got some songs to release
I need that cash to repeat
I want to quit my job
I feel this
stress, I must confess
This could be worse than PMS
This job ain't worth the pay
Can't wait 'til the end of the day
H-Hey honey, I'm on my way
Hey
worse than PMS
This job ain't worth the pay
Can't wait 'til the end of the day
Honey, I'm on my way
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Honey, I'm home and I had
nothin'
Need to get up off your butt and go get your own somethin'
I'm pullin' on my hair to keep from snappin' off
Fools ride up in my camp and be
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
fiending
And it's underground like railroads
That's the nigga sending shots
What's he there for?
I got shooters on the towers and they aim low
Pow-pow, job
they do this job for me
Got soo much water I feel like a castaway (Feel like a castaway)
Not going back to that life, stranded by a lake (Stranded by
Arthur Schopenhauer
While she got dicked down by her lover
Who was twelve years younger
There are many good mothers in the world
Yet how many of mothers
over the rainbow
I write rhymes that jam more than jelly
So call me the Arthur without the Fonzarelli, or Nelly
'Cause I am so bad when it comes
It's me on the beat by the way
Shit
Right from the top, I don’t flop, make it drop, aye
You better stop, you a opp, look the cop, aye
She suck
What else do they want cause I did what they asked for
College and a job now I'm building me a platform
I don't move alone I'm always coming with
crew
Philly, soda pop
I'm gonna run down my family tree like this:
One, two, one two three and
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got
Wanna tell you a story,
about the house-rent blues
I come home one Friday,
had to tell the landlady I'd ldone ost my job
She said that don't comfort
Damn, man. I’m broker than an old VCR, man. I need a job. Are they hiring at your
Job? I got a stack of red bills at my house. It looks like
on nobody cuz all you need is you
Don't rely on no one to get the job done
Don't rely on nobody cuz all you need is you
Don't rely on no one to get the job
without me
The boys there Thursday to Sunday
The noise loud no matter what I say
The hair cuts, the fire pit
Made from a washing machine
The ciggy butts
You know I can really use a job
Yeah, you can use a job
You know a job, you could have a good job
Not just any old job but a real good job
You
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