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nathan fouts - on the job lyrics

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[chorus]
while kids my age were getting drunk at parties in college
i was on the grind working that 9-5
now let me take you back cause my boss said i’m bout to be fired but b-tch you could never do my job

[verse 1]
i dropped out but got hired at marshall’s
everyday 7am and it’s pr-nto
i walk in that b-tch stoned yeah like what did it be
why sh-t i ain’t do nothing but beep
i fell in love with my first black girl a bad thing, bre jae
remember on break i’d get her a sandwich from chik-fil-a
yeah i stole some sh-t what can i say
i was bored as f-ck on minimum wage, uh
they see my snapchat but they ain’t smile when they see me
what’s they f-cking problem dog they prolly wanna be me
the blueprint can’t be copied ain’t no profit in they scheming
i told em it ain’t hard work and they caught up in the meaning cause..

[chorus]
while kids my age were getting drunk at parties in college
i was on the grind working that 9-5
now let me take you back cause my boss said i’m bout to be fired but b-tch you could never do my job

[verse 2]
a year later got a job at the liquor store
solo closing shift sat-rday, what my b-tch -ss for
headphones in rapping tryna raise the bar
or drinking with alcoholics at the tasting bar
not everybody could’ve came this far
so when you present you better know and play your part
fired through text and i was at the dentist..
now i’m riding round higher than a menace
tired of these boujee b-tches buying all this champagne
when i’m drinking just tryna forget this d-mn pain
and i ain’t never give a f-ck bout what the man sayin
look like it’s time for another d-mn change

[chorus]
while kids my age were getting drunk at parties in college
i was on the grind working that 9-5
now let me take you back cause my boss said i’m bout to be fired but b-tch you could never do my job

[verse 3]
yeah they wanna see me down, man they wanna see me broke
so i had to get a job at the taco spot
swear i’m bout to go off on this b-tch in my ear
talkin’ bout something wrong with her kid’s quesadilla
and like a scene up out a movie, take a guess who just walked in my ex girl beautiful – i’m thrown off talking
how i’m sposed flex when i’m serving guacamole
man f-ck this whole story
look how i brought it back, less than 15,000 you can audit that conscious rap but no genre could capture my heart in fact
i been told this the illest sh-t you ever heard
and that’s you play it back tryna memorize every word

[chorus]
while kids my age were getting drunk at parties in college
i was on the grind working that 9-5
now let me take you back cause my boss said i’m bout to be fired but b-tch you could never do my job



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