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Work

Work

Work

Work

Looking for a job, man

Looking for a job, man

They say that even Steve Jobs can’t

Find a machine that I could be a cog in

This is a problem

I’m trying to leave it in God’s hands, God’s plan

But even God’s fam was literally out on a limb

(Like God damn)

Looking for a job, man

Looking for a job, man

I heard there’s too much supply

It’s like a log jam

Be your own boss, then

Make your own lane

And don’t make an off-ramp

Or your gig goes offshore

As sure as that off-brand cough syrup

Put em in coffins

Like «peace»

No peace

Maybe I’ll sleep when I’m deceased

Maybe it’ll cease when I’m asleep

Maybe I should keep what I can keep

Talk is chap

I should know—

Given I rap for what I eat

Everyon knows I could eat they food

But I need insurance for my teeth

I need versatile, personal

Income streams that’s purposeful

Suckers work for money

You should make your money work for you

I can’t get no work though

Guess that means that I got some work to do

The poor can’t afford to look poor

So I gotta make sure the shoes and shirt is new

Cuz I’m looking for a job

Looking for a job, man

They say that even Steve Jobs can’t

Find a machine that I could be a cog in

This is a problem

Everybody knows

And nobody is solving

Somebody told me

Stop in the shop and talk to the boss

Just on off-chance

Looking for a job man

Looking for a job man

I will do anything

I’ll get it popping

I need a hot dance

Popcaan

I need a pop jam

I need some Robyn

Don’t need no off-hand comments

I need some rest on some soft sand

Peace

I’m not a man

I am a workhorse

I am a part of the workforce

I’m just not sure of the purpose or person I work for

Maybe this voice inside

That keeps telling me «Work more

Hurt more, perform

Give up my wife and my first-born «Wait

I’m not a man

Not 'til I manage my estate

I am the output I create

After the info I intake

What If I’m fake?

What If I break?

What if my model’s obsolete

And gets tossed in a heap

And gets washed with the sheets

Wanna walk on the beach

And take off for a week

But I’m job seeking

Looking for a job, man

Looking for a job, man

They say that even Steve Jobs can’t

Find a machine that I could be a cog in

This is a problem

I’m trying to leave it in God’s hands, God’s plan

But even God’s fam was literally out on a limb

(Like God damn)

Looking for a job, man

Looking for a job