Little more weed, first class seats
Get a good job, follow your dreams
You'll die a horrible death, i'll keep your eyes.
But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise
He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job
I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot
I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not
I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job
Deplorable horrible,
I'm modest, and humble
Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop
Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job
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