Lyrics Jobs - Ceschi, Factor Chandelier

Jobs

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 piss off dick 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
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
Fucked 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