I've been, working, all damn day,
for a, bout like, two weeks, straight.
My boss, is a, f**ing, b**h.
Matter fact you can tell that hoe I f**ing quit.
I just got a dollar for a raise, what the f** is this. I could make more money on a train doing f**ing flips. Barely got enough to go on break, eat some f**ing chips.
Then you always wonder why I'm late for my f**ing shift.
I don't smile enough, I know.
My shirt's never tucked, I know.
You should write me up, I don't,
give a f** about emails, about retail.
When I'm not at work, and I'm not clocked in, you can spare me them details.
Don't care about your point of sale, Imma be a rapper. G-gimmie a year, Imma be on, be on.
I see the signs,
Yep, neon, neon.
Don't believe, n***a don't believe.
So many people Imma sh**, and pee on.A
Folding shirts is not my dream,
I don't know who you were kidding.
How about you s** my dick?
Call that my new position, I swear. I was searching for a place that I can go, I can go.
A place where I ain't gotta feel no pain no more, pain no more.