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a job is a job - ls [atd] lyrics

[intro]

check it
don’t ever let anybody tell you otherwise

[verse]

a job is a job just like a car is a car
take your vehicle of choice on your way to work tomorrow
you’re tired of your boss talking to your like you’re below ’em
like a weight bar, putting up a resistance
couldn’t be further from the truth
like the gap between you on the ladder isn’t so far
just like hate and love
n0body’s above another
these are the type of things taught by my mother
and then what my brothеr showed me was the valuе of graft
i used to feel like i had to paint and decorate a pad to earn a living
to me that wasn’t giving satisfaction
told myself i was resilient in other regions so don’t be so saft
just had to find my equivalent
f*ck comparison and whoever f*cking up my rhythm
saying i gotta be in an office to be worthy
you on £25k+ and i be riding a bus
rolling in a rolls in my mind, but so what
i might be minus you in figures
but my dreams are bigger not greater
that’s what i’m chasing, not paper (cheese)
i’m getting by on the hate fuel, never hateful
so, kudos, though i might be richer than you sooner or later
in a ghost, a whole typhoon, stunting, doing the most
still drinking my typhoo, i’m taking nothing with me to the grave (uh)
when i die, so don’t be a tomb raider
just a message to the dream slayers
the grass ain’t greener so i ain’t checking my neighbour’s lawn
got up in the morning time for studio and yawned
it’s my passion for this goal of mine that helps me mull this over and shine
ideas mull over in my mind
some take time to execute and refine
i find then at a later date and time they’ve aged like wine
i design statues in the form of words that fly like birds
might be daydreaming with my headphones in
ra*ppin’ to my favourite song or sing*in’
but f*ck what you heard
i’m the greatest who just ain’t made it yet
i’m the maid in manhattan making it happen;
that blue*collar worker or in the uk dressed in a hi*vis
be my daily fashion
might not be a doc or lawyer
i be working whether on or off*duty
not up to no good like tom sawyer
do this for my son, ’cause i adore ya
this for the hustlers in any aspect of life
even the drug dealers
might not sound like your usual music
so i’m sorry if i bore ya
this one here might not lure you in
but never mind, i’m on the grind
a workhorse, f*ck that, i’m a whole workforce, for real
and yeah, for now, i’m only out here pushing trollies
but when i’m rich, b*tches’ll beg to suck me like a lolly
all on my d*ck, but don’t think i’m dumb, so you’re getting none
don’t be thinking that you’re gonna rob me
’cause i know hard times like dusty
i work part*time, so financially behind i must be
and when i’m shining dining sweet caroline
don’t be on your knees mario winin’ i should let you love me
quite frankly, i don’t wanna know, b, i ain’t sorry
that you ain’t see the diamond ’til i push ferrari
playin’ games with me like my name atari
waitin’ at the finish line when you see them pound signs
wanna go to pound town ’cause you wet as tsunami
now you wanna poke and approach me
wishing that you never did what you did
like i’m kyrie, you kehlani, makin’ my phone ring, ring, ring
because you see the bling, bling, bling when i ain’t even flashy
don’t be sending nudes, this ain’t that type of party
but this is mine, so i’ll do what i like to
just like f*a*b*o*l*o*u*s, but this l*e*w*i*s
so whether you sell that yay, yay, yay, yay
or be working machines all day*ay*ay*ay
or be like me pushing troll*ay*ay*ies
don’t really matter, you could clean toilets, and it’s still hooray
’cause you gettin’ p*ay ay*ay*aid
binmen make a pretty penny, might not be glamorous
but i bet they still get l*ay ay ay*aid
you despise your manager, and so did i
plus millions around the world, and it’s ok*ay*ay*ay
hope this message gets across what they relay*ay*at
re: it’s just a job, and i wrote this letter to say*ay*ay
you probably could do better like they told me*ay
accept who cares, eh?
long as you making money – janelle, victoria or mary j ay*ay (don’t matter)
just pay your bills, eh
you’ll be alright for the time
‘cause even the riches can’t guarantee ay*ay
you sunny weather
hot girl summer, see the sea ay*ay
to get over it takes sacrifices
just for you to enjoy that lad’s holiday*ay*ay
either way we out here on vacay*ay*ay
skee*yee!

- ls atd lyrics

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