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sickly sid - blue collars lyrics

[verse 1]
baseheads waking up and rockin’ the suburbs
have resources to take over straight from the cupboards
knowing they the sh+t, playin sims in the urbz
taking over the block, they know their smarts, they got numbers
close your shutters, they bout to make changes
the best way to suffer is to not make exchanges
between them and their wallets and papers, long pages
ain’t worth it ’round here, gotta team up with strangers
demolishing your memories, buildings with emotions
they raising money trees like bob saget did the olsens
their new slogans replacing the old ones
a new witty one+liner ready to make motions
construction near my house been here so long, it’s white noise
so much dust in the air, you’d think we smoking viceroys
busters and buyers making the quick buck
did you like this grassy field? too bad, we don’t give a f+ck
[hook]
i ain’t living my dollar days
stuck living in a trash compactor, not a solid phase
sympathy for the blue collars
setting up the sh+t for the pigs up to commerce

[verse 2]
i been avoiding jobs like i saw it’s third eye
don’t want my time to get struck like the swatter and the fly
ain’t have time for sloggers, nor do i have time for lashes
graveyard shifts ain’t for me, ain’t no hash+slinging slasher
food service is a joke, they let anybody sneak in the crevice
they be messing up orders, got them tacos with just lettuce
pimple+popping greasy freaks be fired for their weak knees
or breaking rules 1, 2 and 3, their attention isn’t guaranteed
who knows, they might be carrying diseases
ain’t want their sausage+finger fleas getting into my bacon+cheese
jesus, n0body gives a mothaf+ckin +ding!+
girl can sit in special class and say “i’m the manager of burger king!”
uh+huh, like i said, claim ya bag
better than me, i run out of volunteer work like we playin tag
i’d make any excuse to get out of making dough but feeling less
i tell them my stomach hurt but they can tell i b.s

[hook]
i ain’t living my dollar days
stuck living in a trash compactor, not a solid phase
sympathy for the blue collars
setting up the sh+t for the pigs up to commerce

- sickly sid lyrics

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