Shad, Skratch Bastid - Work lyrics
[Shad, Skratch Bastid - Work lyrics]
Work work
Work work
Looking for a job, man
Looking for a job, man
They say that even Steve Jobs can't
Find a machine that I could be a cog in
This is a problem
I’m trying to leave it in God's hands
God's plan but even God’s fam was literally
Out on a limb like (God damn)
Looking for a job, man
Looking for a job, man
I heard there's too much supply
It's like a log jam be your own boss, then
Make your own lane and don't make an off ramp
Or your gig goes offshore as sure as that
Off-brand cough syrup put 'em in coffins
Like "Peace, " no peace
Maybe I'll sleep when I'm deceased
Maybe it'll cease when I’m asleep
Maybe I should keep what I can keep
Talk is chеap, I should know
Given that I rap for what I eat
Everyonе knows I could eat they food but
I need insurance for my teeth
I need versatile , personal
Income streams that’s purposeful
Suckers work for money you should make
Your money work for you
I can't get no work though guess that means
That I got some work to do
The poor can’t afford to look poor so I gotta
Make sure the shoes and shirt is new
'Cause, I'm (looking for a job)
Looking for a job, man
They say that even Steve Jobs can't
Find a machine that I could be a cog in
This is a problem
Everybody knows and, nobody is solving
Somebody told me stop in the shop
And talk to the boss, just on the off-chance
Looking for a job man looking for a job man
I will do anything, I’ll get it popping
I need a hot dance, Popcaan
I need a pop jam, I need some Robyn
Don't need no off hand comments
I need some rest on some soft sand
Peace, I'm not a man, I am a workhorse
I am a part of the workforce
I'm just not sure of the person
Or purpose I work for (Psst)
Maybe this voice inside that keeps
Telling me "Work more hurt more , perform
Give up my wife and my first-born "
Wait, I'm not a man
Not 'til I manage my estate
I am the output I create
After the info I intake
What if I'm fake? What if I break?
What if my model's obsolete
And gets tossed in
A heap and gets washed in the sheets
Wanna walk on the beach and take off
For a week but I'm job seeking
Looking for a job, man
Looking for a job, man
They say that even Steve Jobs can't
Find a machine that I could be a cog in
This is a problem
I'm trying to leave it in God's hands
God's plan but even God's fam was literally
Out on a limb like (God damn)
Looking for a job, man looking for a job
Work work
Looking for a job, man
Looking for a job, man
They say that even Steve Jobs can't
Find a machine that I could be a cog in
This is a problem
I’m trying to leave it in God's hands
God's plan but even God’s fam was literally
Out on a limb like (God damn)
Looking for a job, man
Looking for a job, man
I heard there's too much supply
It's like a log jam be your own boss, then
Make your own lane and don't make an off ramp
Or your gig goes offshore as sure as that
Off-brand cough syrup put 'em in coffins
Like "Peace, " no peace
Maybe I'll sleep when I'm deceased
Maybe it'll cease when I’m asleep
Maybe I should keep what I can keep
Talk is chеap, I should know
Given that I rap for what I eat
Everyonе knows I could eat they food but
I need insurance for my teeth
I need versatile , personal
Income streams that’s purposeful
Suckers work for money you should make
Your money work for you
I can't get no work though guess that means
That I got some work to do
The poor can’t afford to look poor so I gotta
Make sure the shoes and shirt is new
'Cause, I'm (looking for a job)
Looking for a job, man
They say that even Steve Jobs can't
Find a machine that I could be a cog in
This is a problem
Everybody knows and, nobody is solving
Somebody told me stop in the shop
And talk to the boss, just on the off-chance
Looking for a job man looking for a job man
I will do anything, I’ll get it popping
I need a hot dance, Popcaan
I need a pop jam, I need some Robyn
Don't need no off hand comments
I need some rest on some soft sand
Peace, I'm not a man, I am a workhorse
I am a part of the workforce
I'm just not sure of the person
Or purpose I work for (Psst)
Maybe this voice inside that keeps
Telling me "Work more hurt more , perform
Give up my wife and my first-born "
Wait, I'm not a man
Not 'til I manage my estate
I am the output I create
After the info I intake
What if I'm fake? What if I break?
What if my model's obsolete
And gets tossed in
A heap and gets washed in the sheets
Wanna walk on the beach and take off
For a week but I'm job seeking
Looking for a job, man
Looking for a job, man
They say that even Steve Jobs can't
Find a machine that I could be a cog in
This is a problem
I'm trying to leave it in God's hands
God's plan but even God's fam was literally
Out on a limb like (God damn)
Looking for a job, man looking for a job