Jobs

My friends go to jail a lot Mid 30s burning, wondering what future we all got Never wanted real jobs Rather cook rocks or kick rocks, spit quick rhymes that piss off Dick cops or Kid rock, time flies, just dissolves Flick of a wristwatch, how long till my ticker stops Will you miss me when I'm gone? 13th floor elevator song What's your response Ripped off, by a system of sick gods False as Rick Ross and big bosses Forcing forces, trickle down, economics Capital grips us all, whether we like it or not Like a virus, violently entering up inside us 50p's in a duffel bag, keep an eye out for the man Keep the Waze on, do not blaze inside the car, Autobahn Can't believe made Mami's yearly salary in two weeks Fast life, baby, might be a short life, what a goddamn trip this life be My friends go to jail a lot Mid 30s burning, wondering what future we all got Never wanted real jobs Never wanted real jobs My friends go to jail a lot Mid 30s burning, wondering what future we all got Never wanted real jobs Fucked me roughly in the cross club bathroom Felt like love for a minute but that wasn't true Castles in Prague, bridges Kafka walked on October is over, they'll say sorry for your loss There's another emoji of a sad crying face Tasted scraps of fame and I'm already sick of the game