Speak - ITT Tech lyrics

[Intro: [?]] No one is available to take your call Please leave a message after the tone (beep) Seriously speak, I'm so over this sh** Like I'm so sick of you sitting on the couch all day, f**ing eating cheetos and watching soccer Like you're some kind of f**ing mexican god Who the f** do you think you are? I'm not your goddamn maid, so you need to get off your a** and get a real f**ing job You think selling your ugly a** t-shirts on twitter is gunna f**ing pay your bills? Because it's not So how 'bout you hashtag this? You ain't sh** [Chorus: Speak and [?]] Put your hands in the sky, if you still get high Even though you ain't got no job (no job?!) All your bills past due and your pocket's on E But still you [?] bada** [?] Sing with me now My phone's off (your phone's off) I can't text (you can't text) It's all good (no it's not) I got [?] (no you don't) And I'm broke (and your broke) And I'm stressed (and your stressed) It's all good (no it's not) I still flex, I still flex, I still flex [Verse 1: Speak] Heart beat slow, I blame the damn promethazine My eyes lower than I fat teen's self esteem Used to hit the Shoulder Lean, thinkin' I was Young Dro [?] Trigger finger ithcin', better scratch it like a chicken pox Barrel chested, tough guy [?] Let your birdies talk Chicken, hens about to roost Plus, that ratchet p**y's good for you, just like some Jamba Juice (hey! what you doin?) b**h, you know I'm gettin' paid (okay, I see you) Okay, I lied, I'm flippin' that financial aid (what else?) And that EBT, copped it from the county service (that's cool) You know it's better than applying at the postal service (it is) The nine-to-five jobs hardly ever get respect And I'd rather die than go to [?] or ITT Tech My ex-girl hate me, and she want me to fail But I'm like, f** you and your life You goin' die workin' some retail, b**h [Chorus: Speak and [?]] Put your hands in the sky, if you still get high Even though you ain't got no job (no job?!) All your pa**ed due and your pocket's on E But still you [?] bada** [?] Sing with me now My phone's off (your phone's off) I can't text (you can't text) It's all good (no it's not) I got [?] (no you don't) And I'm broke (and your broke) And I'm stressed (and your stressed) It's all good (no it's not) I still flex, I still flex, I still flex [Verse 2: Speak] Make some noise if the job you work is such a bore (yee) And you hate your boss, so you took twenty dollars out his drawer (f** him) Make some noise if you stoned and always show up late (yee) But took your baby momma on that Little Caesar's Pizza date (f** her) The things that we do just to get by (like what?) Hit the Good Will, boss up, and get fly (fun) You ain't gotta lie to kick it, you ain't gotta fake it (okay) But Jadakiss said that We Gonna Make It [Chorus: Speak and [?]] Put your hands in the sky, if you still get high Even though you ain't got no job (no job?!) All your pa**ed due and your pocket's on E But still you [?] bada** [?] Sing with me now My phone's off (your phone's off) I can't text (you can't text) It's all good (no it's not) I got [?] (no you don't) And I'm broke (and your broke) And I'm stressed (and your stressed) It's all good (no it's not) I still flex, I still flex, I still flex