I'm just working
I got this day job
I'm just hopping to get this place robbed
Nah, I need mine
Steady wasting my time
I get sent home
And I watch playbacks
Of my day back
It's like racetracks in my mind
Steady wasting my time
I just need some honey honey honey
I need blues
I just need that boost
Take a flight to London London London
On my own
Just to leave my home
Made this little beat
Then I did my lil' shimmy
Bringing all the guys up with me
Me and my boy like the top shelf
Your boy like the shitty
She like how I'm gritty with I'm with my tone
She say that I'm pretty on the phone
She say I'm prettier than you
She say that it's me if she gon' choose
I say, that's all him cause I'm gon' leave
Rushing home like I got somewhere to be
I'm alone, like I'm scared of f*cking we
I'ma go and moving f*cking east
Oh no
Oh no
Oh
Eyes over my shoulder
Always watch my f*cking 6
Praying to a god, this marriage good for my sis
Praying for the fam
I ain't talk to them a lot
I blame it on this job
I got work at 10 o' clock