Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jobs , by - Ceschi. Release date: 03.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |