Jobs - Ceschi, Factor Chandelier

My friends go to jail a lot

Mid thirties, 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 wrist watch

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 farces

Trickle down economics

Capital grips us all

Whether we like it or not

Like a virus violently

Entering up inside us

Fifty Ps 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 2 weeks

Fast life, baby, might be a short life

What a god damn trip this life be

My friends go to jail a lot

Mid thirties, burning, wondering what future we all got

Never wanted real jobs

Never wanted real jobs

My friends go to jail a lot

Mid thirties, burning, wondering what future we all got

Never wanted real jobs

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 Praha, 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 am already sick of the game