Wax - No Real Job lyrics

[Verse 1] f** that sweating for a pay stub I just wake up and then make love I'm at a dive bar not a rave club I'm light-headed like your boy just gave blood I got a podcast, dollar shave club And I broadcast when I wake up I say stuff that I make up That don't mean sh** I got a dream b**h [Hook] I love it when I get this high Love it when the ba** get low She just wanna get this dick I just wanna get this dough I just wanna live my dream Oh my god, oh my god, oh Motto for 2016 No real job, no real job No [Verse 2] Y'all should know it ain't all she wrote I took a break for a minute never lost it though Cause I'm a boss with dough like I was Ross Perot I like a chick kinda thick not a crossfit ho I wanna, spark a bowl before I start a show I spit arctic cold like I'm a Coke de la RC Cola Ain't a really need to argue though It's all love in L.A. call me Art Laboe The king of rock that run without the shoelace On any given night a new crowd, a new place A pile of kush from fresh out the suitcase We roll it up like we was out of toothpaste And when I grill I throw down a few steaks And then I chill and ask how the food taste They probably say, "succulent" So tell Bobby Flay, s** a dick [Hook] I love it when I get this high Love it when the ba** get low She just wanna get this dick I just wanna get this dough I just wanna live my dream Oh my god, oh my god, oh Motto for 2016 No real job, no real job No [Bridge] Cause I don't wanna take that mess Working down at UPS I don't wanna take it no more Bagging at the grocery store I don't wanna take that stress Working down at CVS I don't wanna take that fall Working at the goddamn mall (spoken) No offense if you work at the mall but I can't do that sh** anymore man I can't have a regular job, cause I have to write raps, like the following: [Verse 3] I'm going in, I'm going in I'm finna storm the gates And when I finish I'mma win in any more debates I got a million different women that got mormon traits They get stabbed in motels, I'm Norman Bates And I ether all of 'em, Nas reference Urethra, balls, and my vas deferens My speech is all about teaching y'all about breath control like Lamaze lessons Ain't nobody f**in' with Wax I take a muscle relaxer Sip a couple of Pabst's Get to f**in' with tracks And think of one of them raps that no one other can match Probably because of the fact they're like a puppet attached to a string that's at the end of a stick A negative prick I lay in bed with your chick And then I get her to lick upon the head of my dick And then I get up in the box like a penalty kick Not just speakin' with a conscious ego Don't got the need to feed my libido The plot's to reach up from my finest dream goal To constantly be in a posh gazebo Brazilian broads feeding me acai bowls with lots of trees and sippin' Casamigos Philosophies do not stop, I keep going So be on guard because he go hard I'll leave your ego scarred if you be low par I'm at the vino bar sippin' some Pinot noir Til' I'm drunk in Italy like cappuccinos are Yeah I'm drunk and high but never undecided When it comes to rhymin' I'm above defining And it's judgment time and this is Pontius Pilate And you'll come down fast like a man who just punched his pilot On a fungus diet I'll trip way out in a wooded region So future me thinks it s**s to die But I did whatever I could while breathing So tell your boss to eat a dick today Matter fact tell him go eat at a dick buffet In the meanwhile I ain't doing sh** today Like it was Sunday and I worked at Chick-Fil-A [Hook] I love it when I get this high Love it when the ba** get low She just wanna get this dick I just wanna get this dough I just wanna live my dream Oh my god, oh my god, oh Motto for 2016 No real job, no real job No