Day Job

On the clock just wondering when your day coming They ask if you like your job you don't say nothing And you gon need a 45-minute break from it They take your soul, but you fired if you take something Like, like how the f*ck you in the same place youngin? Something gotta give, gotta dream chase, runnin I know I ain't goin' hard enough it's like I fake want it I'm sick of these day jobs, wonder when my day coming Turn dreams into goals, I got something to say By now I know what's up when a manager coming your way I saw through it all, just give me the money and pay They be quick to fire a nigga like I wanted to stay (Man where the jawns at?) I know I shouldn't but I can't control it Niggas say she stuck up, while I'm thinking she was wide open If they knew what I was thinking they would want me to expose it Next morning she call me snapping, can't tell him can't even show it Most likely he not your bro, most likely he probably Joe Most likely I'm out the do, clock out, gotta go Everybody say we need a job, they don't understand I always had another plan On the clock just wondering when my day coming They asked if I liked my job, I ain't say nothing So I needed a 45-minute break from it Tried to take my soul, I was fired if I take something Like, like, how the f*ck we in the same place youngin? I gotta get it together and dream chase cousin I know I ain't going hard enough, it's like I fake want it I'm sick of these day jobs, wonder when my day coming It ain't the fact you get paid two times a month Talking shit about each other then going out for lunch I'm in there thinking f*ck this I need a thousand blunts Want me to put in two weeks to leave this job, what? Cause they must, want us to sell drugs They must, want us to rob stores Yeah they must, want us to scam to put us behind locked doors I wouldn't help build something if it's not yours Everybody got a hustle and I can't knock yours I'm on the clock just wondering when your day coming They ask if you like your job you don't say nothing And you gon need a 45-minute break from it They take your soul, but you fired if you take something Like, like how the f*ck we in the same place youngin Something gotta give, gotta dream chase, runnin I know I ain't goin' hard enough it's like I fake want it I'm sick of these day jobs, wonder when my day coming