Myer Clarity - Rags 2 Dishes

Ohhh Ohhhh Ohhh Ohhh
Ohhh Ohhhh Ohhh Ohhh

Yeah
It's Myer Clarity
Haha
This goes out to all my dish dogs
All my kitchen crew
Yeah

I wake up
45 Minutes late
Hungover, what a way to start the day off
I ain't really had much sleep since my day off
Boss is telling me, one more time and I'm laid off
Aye y'all
Live across the city, hop the train up at dufferin
This shit is always late or either stuck up in these tunnels
Don't know why I even bother with this shit, it's out my budget
This minimum wage lifestyle is the toughest
Walk in through the door, half comatose
Say hello to "So and so"
What you mean the grease trap overflowed?
No you don't!
I ain't mopping mid rush, hold the phone!
Who the hell stacked these!? C'mon guys, form a row!
Glasses on the lower shelf, plates on the upper one
Yeah, I know I'm late, God damn, are you fucking done?
What you mean there's no rags?
When the hell does laundry come?
They haven't showed up!?
They had ONE job to do!

I went from rags to dishes, and right back to rags
I never had no riches, eh fuck it I'm glad
Let's have a toast
To all my people tryna make a living
Can't stand the heat, stay out the kitchen
And I'ma get high when my shift end
It's all I've ever known

I done mopped a million floors, printed one too many resumes
I'd trade all the Sriracha I stole to live like yesterday
My eyes getting duller, crows feet getting evident
Quarter life crisis in a T-shirt getting hella blazed
Finally mellowed out, now I'm working through these "Molson Mudslides"
Hungover gut-rot that most couldn't describe
You knowin' the strug life
I'm just tryna clock out before this rush dies
Most people never give the Dish Dog no time of day
(Time of day!)
Cleaning rich folks plates, what a waste
Man, he barely even tried the steak
(What an asshole!)
I'm just saying, I got shit to do
Much as I love kitchen crew
I got bigger shoes to fill and I'ma get 'em too
So before I fuck the new girl in the dry storage
I'ma grab one last drink with you
Cheers!

I went from rags to dishes, and right back to rags
I never had no riches, eh fuck it I'm glad
Let's have a toast
To all my people tryna make a living
Can't stand the heat, stay out the kitchen
And I'ma get high when my shift end
It's all I've ever known
Ohh ohhh ohhh ohhh
It's all I've ever known
Ohh ohhh ohhh ohhh
Yeah, it's all I've ever known

Who the fuck stacked this this way?
Glasses go on the, glasses go on the bottom
Plates on the top
Everything else on the bottom-bottom shelf
If shit breaks, it's not my fault
I got my own shit I'm working on
I got this fucking chit over here
And fucking
This guy doesn't speak any fucking English
Fuck this
Yo, you got a cigarette I can borrow off of you?

One more time y'all
One more time y'all
Get it out y'all
Get it out y'all

I went from rags to dishes, and right back to rags
I never had no riches, eh fuck it I'm glad
Let's have a toast
To all my people tryna make a living
Can't stand the heat, stay out the kitchen
And I'ma get high when my shift end
It's all I've ever known
Ohh ohhh ohhh ohhh
It's all I've ever known
Ohh ohhh ohhh ohhh
Yeah, it's all I've ever known

We some land pirates
We some land rates
We some
Motherfuckin' Dish Dogs

Written by:
Myer Hyman-Lord

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