Barista Blues

I serve the fiends No rocks, dust or trees I fucks with beans Come see me at work, when you need a perk I can beat hunger and quench thirst Fill you with caffeine Pick your panini Mozzie tommy or maybe ham and cheesey Always nicely toasted, it's never burnt Got hot chocolate Hot milk and hot water Always know which syrup and what shots to pour in I hold down the spot So you can cop A hot drop From half six in the morning Yawning when you walk in You want a drink, I got it Got a pub next door for the alcoholics McDonald's opposite, for the majority Stuffing Mcflurries in their faces Businessmen suited up, taking baby sips Pinky out Shuffling paper and talking slick Later still, it's mums meetings Eight prams All the extended fams Posh rich kids Pouring large portions Of all sorts of shit Through dirty braces I cater to some of the craziest Shadiest All day every day Same table, the laziest Ain't intoxicated But still acting like they off their faces I deal with hot stuff Give mad sizes a hot flush Kinda partial to the raspberry In a white chocolate, or triple choc muff What you know about my grind fam? Five shots That's thirty five grams I put in mad work That's why there's mad dirt on my hands And that ain't no metaphors, fam I'm talking literally Flip shots Brush the heads off after I tamp Brown dust, cover my palms differently Like my hands got permanent tans But actually That's just how I am naturally Call me the Karamel kid 'Cause I handles my biz My game stays scorching Couple hundred and something degrees Full fat Skinny Caramel or vanilly I ain't picky Mochas Extra shotters Flat whites, all sorts of artwork on em I'm on it Whatever I do, gets did properly Jugs frothy Can have as much as I want All day for nothing It's just a pity I hate coffee Got that shit for the summer too The sun's beaming Mid July Skin red, like fresh lobster No sun cream then? Now you want something that's freezing Taste buds pleasing Refreshing Kinda juicy Not too sweet Fruit smoothies and creamy coolers That's me, stuck in the corner Makin' these fools drinks Feel like the fool, cause I'm here sweating my arse off Taking abuse Tryin' to keep the queue moving Just for a few chips Asking myself Man, why the f*ck do I do this?