Jobs lyrics

[Verse]
My friends go to jail a lot
Mid thirties, burning, wondering what future we all got
Never wanted real jobs
Rather cook rocks or kick rocks
Spit quick rhymes that p*ss off di*k cops or Kid Rock
Time flies, just dissolves
Flick of a wrist watch
How long till my ticker stops?
Will you miss me when I'm gone?
13th floor elevator song
What's your response?
Ripped off by a system of sick gods
False as Rick Ross
And big bosses forcing farces
Trickle down economics
Capital grips us all
Whether we like it or not
Like a virus violently
Entering up inside us
Fifty Ps in a duffel bag
Keep an eye out for the man
Keep the Waze on
Do not blaze inside the car, Autobahn
Can't believe made Mami's yearly salary in 2 weeks
Fast life, baby, might be a short life
What a god damn trip this life be
[Refrain]
My friends go to jail a lot
Mid thirties, burning, wondering what future we all got
Never wanted real jobs
Never wanted real jobs
My friends go to jail a lot
Mid thirties, burning, wondering what future we all got
Never wanted real jobs
Never wanted real jobs

[Interlude]
f*cked me roughly in the Cross Club bathroom
Felt like love for a minute but that wasn't true
Castles in Praha, bridges Kafka walked on
October is over, they'll say sorry for your loss
There's another emoji of a sad crying face
Tasted scraps of fame and am already sick of the game