Ceschi and Factor Chandelier - 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

Written by:
GRAHAM MURAWSKY, JULIO FRANCISCO RAMOS

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