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[Verse]
Okay, I wanna quit this job, because I hate it
It’s a pain in the asshole, but I’m getting cash though
So I can’t really complain, can I? Yes I can
I can’t handle the bullshit I deal with everyday, man
I can’t wait for this music to take off, so I can make off with the money
And live in luxury
Wanna be something else that ain’t this
I don’t wanna always be so fucking pissed
I wanna drive a Corvette or a Lambo
Instead of pushing carts across a parking lot, with my hands full
Working for some assholes who think that they perfect
This shit ain’t fuckin’ worth it
Ever since this story, my life has been worsened
One night, this old ass man came to my work place
Saying I was a uselеss worker straight to my face
Saying I owed thе place money, ‘cause I was on my phone
But how the fuck is it your business bitch, just go home
If I wasn’t risking my damn job, I woulda snapped back
And caused this old fag to have a fuckin’ vietnam flashback
Fuck you, I’ll pull up to your import shop
And scream the lyrics of fortunate son at the top of my lungs
And watch you hit the damn floor re-imagining the war
As I fuck your old ass wife, cause she a goddamn whore
Yell at me again, I’ll stab you in your bald head
Leave you dead, nex don’t fuck around, I said what I said
Tired of the disrespect, might collect my last check
And start putting even more blood and sweat
And tears into this music, the only thing I’m proud of anymore
I don’t wanna spend my whole life eating off the floor
Smoke a boof or two, then sit back and relax
Pass out and wake up in a place, where I don’t gotta watch my back
But then it fades away, I wake up in my bed
Feeling dead, it’s 3 in the fucking morning and I can’t go back to sleep again

[Outro]
Can’t go back to fuckin’ sleep again
I cannot fuckin’ sleep again
Can’t go back to sleep again
Can’t fuckin’ go to sleep again