| I never knew what I wanted to pursue as a kid
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| Finishing Year 12, the world looked bigger than it ever did before
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| It’s embedded in my forehead
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| I wasn’t ready to be set off on this walk yet
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| Out on the door step fragile as a war vet
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| Force fed every single page in the employment section
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| Only direction: my rap
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| And I don’t mean wrap like the back of a McDonalds doing your burgers
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| And I dont mean wrap like Iraqi women under them burkas
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| No purpose in life
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| Was only good at sport and drinking like Boonie on a flight
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| Back from UK, new day new dollar
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| Refused to follow every other blue collar
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| Just wanted to break the mould
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| Like Maradona all hands on to reach my goal
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| But the keyhole was fill with gum
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| What was to come for the kid with the silver tongue?
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| I had to run for a better day
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| But in order to do that spun shit on my resumé
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| I was the sole inventor of Lemonade
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| Taught yoga to Jenny Craig
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| And Yoda how to levitate
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| And it still didn’t generate shit
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| Unemployed and already ready to quit
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| Oooooh!
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| I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for a jerk
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| Shirt, suit, tie!
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| I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for the rest of my life
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| Woah!
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| I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for a jerk
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| Shirt, suit, tie!
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| I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for the rest of my life
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| Arrive five minutes late and they’re on my back
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| Trying to give me the axe like a lumberjack
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| You’re lucky that I’m in, not going to begin this work
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| 'Cause if I’m paid the minimum, the minimum you’re getting
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| (Too right) In bed, never ready for my alarm
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| (Oh, shit) Forgot I’m not a farmer
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| It’s too early, hit snooze about thirty
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| Times before I get up, it’s like waking the dead up
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| Need the cheddar, fed up being a broke-arse
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| Feel I’m on the wrong track like a go-kart
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| In Formula 1, you can call it a hunch
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| But I don’t think I’ll last here more than a month
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| (Hey why’s that?) Lunch is the quickest part of the day
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| And that half an hour isn’t even part of my pay
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| I need to hide a file in a cake, I need to break free
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| I’m a slave to the wage every week
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| I don’t wanna work!
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| I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for a jerk
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| Shirt, suit, tie!
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| I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for the rest of my life
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| Woah!
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| I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for a jerk
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| Shirt, suit, tie!
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| I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna work for the rest of my life
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| Thinking like a businessman with his cut backs
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| You’d think he was Edward Scissorhands
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| And he substract the heart, the soul
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| Replace it with the dark, the cold
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| In the robotic parts that hold him together
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| Never mattered for the ladies to get their foot in
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| Ladies its not what you put in its more what you put out
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| If you’re good at your job then its an extra
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| Nothing sell better than sex does
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| No texas t break, a cheap skate
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| No paid holidays or sick leave or days off (Whaat?)
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| If you take them you’re laid off
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| Like being a slave to Adolf
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| I don’t wanna work!
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| We work, we earn, we die
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| A slave the nine-to-five
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| We work 'til our hearts will stop
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| We work 'til
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| We work, we earn, we die
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| A slave the nine-to-five
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| We work 'til our hearts will stop
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| We work 'til
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| I don’t wanna work |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Wanna Work, artist - Drapht. Album song Brothers Grimm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп