Don’t Wanna Work
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[Verse 1]
I never knew what I wanted to pursue as a kid
Finishing Year 12, the world looked bigger than it ever did before
Its embedded in my forehead
I wasn't ready to be set off on this walk yet
Out on the door step fragile as a war vet
Force fed every single page in the employment section
Only direction: my rap
And I don't mean wrap like the back of a McDonalds doing your burgers
And I dont mean wrap like Iraqi women under them burkas
No purpose in life
Was only good at sport and drinking like Boonie on a flight
Back from UKnew day new dollar
Refused to follow every other blue collar
Just wanted to break the mould
Like Maradona all hands on to reach my goal
But the keyhole was fill with gum
What was to come for the kid with the silver tongue?
I had to run for a better day
But in order to do that spun shit on my resumé
I was the sole inventor of Lemonade
Taught yoga to Jenny Craig
And Yoda how to levitate
And it still didn't generate shit
Unemployed and already ready to quit
Oooooh!
[Hook]
I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for a jerk
SHIRT!, SUIT!, TIE!
I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for the rest of my life
WOAAAAAH
I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for a jerk
SHIRT!, SUIT!, TIE!
I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for the rest of my life
[Verse 2]
Arrive 5 minutes late and they're on my back
Trying to give me the axe like a lumberjack
You're lucky that I'm in, not going to begin this work
'Cos if I'm paid the minimum, the minimum you're getting
In bed never ready for my alarm
Forget I'm not a farmer, it's too early
Hit snooze about thirty
Times before I get up
'S'like waking the dead up
Need the cheddar, fed up being a broke-arse
Feel I'm on the wrong track like a go-kart in Formula 1
You can call it a hunch but I don't think I'll last here more than a month
(Hey why's that?)
Lunch is the quickest part of the day
And that half an hour isn't even part of my pay
I need to hide a file in a cake
I need to break free
I'm a slave to the wage every week
I don't wanna work!
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Thinking like a businessman with his cut backs
You'd think he was Edward Scissorhands
And he substract the heart, the soul
Replace it with the dark, the cold
In the robotic parts that hold him together
Never mattered for the ladies to get their foot in
Ladies its not what you put in its more what you put out
If you're good at your job then its an extra
Nothing sell better than sex does
No texas t break, a cheap skate[?]
No paid holidays or sick leave or days off (Whaat?)
If you take them you're laid off
Like being a slave to hate off[?]
I don't wanna work!
[Hook]
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