Lyrics:
ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup
I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what
(It's Lil' O Homie) now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles
it was made my me huh
This was made by me too
Record and I produce too
Yeah I don't need nobody else
Yeah I don't n-n-need you
Nobody noticing me like
I am on my J.O.B
Handling Ps and Qs
Figured out that I really like me
And I don't want to be like you
Got everything inside I need
Already know I
I just had COVID
And now I'm gonna record a song
Doot Doot Doot Doot, Doot Doot Doot, Doot
I hate my job
I hate my job
But I need money (but I need
get the job done
You got your rent paid
It's been a long week
But its only Wednesday
You should roll one
Have a lil drank
You been working hard
You need
goals
And your dreams
You wanna scream or just flee from the scene
You need this like a screen
Door on a submarine
That job is killing you and
Filling
9-to-5 job
Rather have a knob job
Things get too inertial
No time for commercials
I'd rather be a clone
I guess I'm going home
To visit Kojak
Gong
[Originally by Arthur Crudup]
Well, that's all right mama
That's all right for you
That's all right now mama
Just any way you do
That's all right
a cage, (womp womp) I read about a-a-
Did you just say, 'womp womp', to a-
That awesome moment where you have to work a job that you hate so you can pay
That's legacy
No one bestin' me
I don't even need to keep score
Honestly
For the spotlight, I'm a whore
And I ain't even tryna hide it
Ugh, ugh,
Get a job
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
have a job because he chose to take a knee
So I took a break
Chose not to partake
No NFL games for me
I guess my mistake
Assuming more brothers would
then it was nothing to me but blinding
I’m on my job need promotions
Cg cause all the commotion
Made it out the mud
Outchea dodging slugs
Youngins had
I just need the Crwn bitch gimme the Crwn
And I'm a hold it down bitch gimme the Crwn
Or I can cut your head off and pick it up from the ground
Transcribed by patrick and nicola
[sarah:]
"I am tired and I'm bored,", he said. /
"and I've got kinks in my bed. /
This work, how I hate it, I
right side, right side
Yeah,
Often I'm caught up in confusion and need a dissolution
They tell me the solution is get through the illusion I'm living
Want to tell you a story
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I'da lost my job
She said that don't confront
Want to tell you a story
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I'da lost my job
She said that don't
Wanna tell you a story,
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday,
Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront
Want to tell you a story
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I'da lost my job
She said that don't confront
friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need
Darris Peterson-Midadje
Bun Marcus, I wanna get my taxi booked by Andrei
She said two shift leaders, half job
She’s talking like the other one was on
But
Arthur Texas that's who I'm reppin for
What you need a weapon for you ain't finna use it
Lying to yourself like you lie to us in your music
Shit I fuck
You see the job that we do
It Ain't as good as it seem
You think they really gettin loot
But they sellin a dream
I'm just talkin to you like I
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