A Job Is A Job

[Intro]

Check it

Don't ever let anybody tell you otherwise

[Verse]

A job is a job just like a car is a car

Take your vehicle of choice on your way to work tomorrow

You're tired of your boss talking to your like you're below 'em

Like a weight bar, putting up a resistance

Couldn't be further from the truth

Like the gap between you on the ladder isn't so far

Just like hate and love

Nobody's above another

These are the type of things taught by my mother

And then what my brothеr showed me was the valuе of graft

I used to feel like I had to paint and decorate a pad to earn a living

To me that wasn't giving satisfaction

Told myself I was resilient in other regions so don't be so saft

Just had to find my equivalent

Fuck comparison and whoever fucking up my rhythm

Saying I gotta be in an office to be worthy

You on £25K+ and I be riding a bus

Rolling in a Rolls in my mind, but so what

I might be minus you in figures

But my dreams are bigger not greater

That's what I'm chasing, not paper (cheese)

I'm getting by on the hate fuel, never hateful

So, kudos, though I might be richer than you sooner or later

In a ghost, a whole typhoon, stunting, doing the most

Still drinking my Typhoo, I'm taking nothing with me to the grave (uh)

When I die, so don't be a Tomb Raider

Just a message to the dream slayers

The grass ain't greener so I ain't checking my neighbour's lawn

Got up in the morning time for studio and yawned

It's my passion for this goal of mine that helps me mull this over and shine

Ideas mull over in my mind

Some take time to execute and refine

I find then at a later date and time they've aged like wine

I design statues in the form of words that fly like birds

Might be daydreaming with my headphones in

Ra-ppin' to my favourite song or sing-in'

But fuck what you heard

I'm the greatest who just ain't made it yet

I'm the Maid in Manhattan making it happen;

That blue-collar worker or in the UK dressed in a hi-vis be my daily fashion

Might not be a doc or lawyer

I be working whether on or off-duty

Not up to no good like Tom Sawyer

Do this for my son, 'cause I adore ya

This for the hustlers in any aspect of life

Even the drug dealers

Might not sound like your usual music

So I'm sorry if I bore ya

This one here might not lure you in

But never mind, I'm on the grind

A workhorse, fuck that, I'm a whole workforce, for real

And yeah, for now, I'm only out here pushing trollies

But when I'm rich, bitches'll beg to suck me like a lolly

All on my dick, but don't think I'm dumb, so you're getting none

Don't be thinking that you're gonna rob me

'cause I know hard times like Dusty

I work part-time, so financially behind I must be

And when I'm shining dining Sweet Caroline

Don't be on your knees Mario winin' I should let you love me

Quite frankly, I don't wanna know, b, I ain't sorry

That you ain't see the diamond 'til I push Ferrari

Playin' games with me like my name Atari

Waitin' at the finish line when you see them pound signs

Wanna go to Pound Town 'cause you wet as tsunami

Looking back on how you treated me when I was broke, like I was a joke

Now you wanna poke and approach me

Wishing that you never did what you did

Like I'm Kyrie, you Kehlani, makin' my phone ring, ring, ring

Because you see the bling, bling, bling when I ain't even flashy

Don't be sending nudes, this ain't that type of party

But this is mine, so I'll do what I like to

Just like F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, but this L-E-W-I-S

So whether you sell that yay, yay, yay, yay

Or be working machines all day-ay-ay-ay

Or be like me pushing troll-ay-ay-ies

Don't really matter, you could clean toilets, and it's still hooray

'cause you gettin' p-ay ay-ay-aid

Binmen make a pretty penny, might not be glamorous

But I bet they still get l-ay ay ay-aid

You despise your manager, and so did I

Plus millions around the world, and it's ok-ay-ay-ay

Hope this message gets across what they relay-ay-at

RE: it’s just a job, and I wrote this letter to say-ay-ay

You probably could do better like they told me-ay

Accept who cares, eh?

Long as you making money – Janelle, Victoria or Mary J ay-ay (don’t matter)

Just pay your bills, eh

You’ll be alright for the time

‘cause even the riches can’t guarantee ay-ay

You sunny weather

Hot girl summer, see the sea ay-ay

To get over it takes sacrifices

Just for you to enjoy that lad’s holiday-ay-ay

Either way we out here on vacay-ay-ay

Skee-Yee!