Supastition - Two Weeks Notice lyrics

Co-worker talk: 
Yes, yes… just another day at the office. 
Hey Steven, how are ya? 
Did you watch the golf game last night? It's pretty incredible!
Steve, Steve… look at Lisa's a**. That is the perfect peach! It is amazing!
Hey, new guy. Are you looking at what I'm looking at? Yes, right there Verse one: Welcome to my new corporate gig, it's been a minute since I've worked
but they was offering shiiiit… fly benefits and perks
compared to my last job, I could've invented the earth
and they still would've underpaid or diminished my worth Now my rate of pay's doubled, my vacation days tripled Health insurance ain't the cost of an enderly aged cripple Even saw some black executives pushing some high speed Porsches I got a 150 square feet office No Steve Jobs sh** but humbled by it regardless A year from now my finances won't be see-sawing I'll see more ends, my money's pointed one way That's upwards, before I was like “f** a 401k” Cause this the gig that you pray on your knees for Got a call back from Human Resource and quit my last job With no remorse, we divorced, my attitude's the coldest I got a real job now, f** your two weeks notice, n***a Chorus: Got my mind made up, already got my bags packed Got some paper saved up, I'm leaving and that's that Got no future plans of bringing my a** back
that means I'm giving you my two weeks notice
Got my mind made up, already got my bags packed Got some paper saved up, I'm leaving and that's that Got no future plans of bringing my a** back
that means I'm giving you my two weeks notice Let's fast forward about 3 years later I guess I was blinded by the steady paychecks and whatnot But I'mma be real with you though. I hate this f**ing job, yo! Verse two: The distorted truth and corporate loops I must maneuver through It's lose-lose if my future's glued to this cubicle It's borderline delusional, a 9 to 5's a risky route
who chews you up and spits you out the day you have no future use Banks are less giving, I thought this business was mutual I've been reached my debt ceiling plus my bills through the roof The daily drive to work feels like commuting to a funeral
the job's screaming labor costs and not the ones that you induce I blew a fuse, mad as f** when I saw my tax deductions On my last check, man these $#$%@# racking up I feel like acting up, waving a tech and shooting off a face Or maybe bash a printer like a scene from Office Space These yuppy f**ers uppity with no apologies Thinking the world revolves around their job and their college degrees You went to Harvard, you graduated from Princeton
I grew up on the other side, your lifestyle was fenced in Since then I went from the projects to better architecture Only problem you faced was a Harvard hard semester I had a father arrested, my cousin caught a charge for possession You asked for a Jag, your daddy bought a Lexus You felt like God was testing you, don't understand it see I'm like an architect trying to build a bridge to sanity My sanity's where? I'm standing empty-handed and bare I'm feeling like a malt liquor add in Vanity Fair So out of place just trying to fit in for dividends Friends say that I'm moving up but it feels like I'm giving in “Now Kam, I know you put in for that new position But we just don't think you're there yet… sorry”
accepting your place in life is bitter, it's hard to swallow it These pride and heart demolishers too much for cardiologists This job's stunting my growth, mentally feeling destitute If life's full circle, mine appears to be a crescent moon Sick of this f**ing place, meetings and boring lectures Corny Poindexters, wanna be horny p**n extras Dry a** bagels and coffee, 6 in the morn breakfast I'm cleaning out my desk today's the day I'm gone exit Chorus: Got my mind made up, already got my bags packed Got some paper saved up, I'm leaving and that's that Got no future plans of bringing my a** back
that means I'm giving you my two weeks notice
Got my mind made up, already got my bags packed Got some paper saved up, I'm leaving and that's that Got no future plans of bringing my a** back
that means I'm giving you my two weeks notice (This is my job, I keep my shirt tucked in)