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Can't get no rest, don’t know how I work all day
When will I learn reality gets in the way
 
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I did the deli job, daily grillin’ up the hog
Wrist deep in dish water tryin’ to get rid of a clog
Workin’ around the clock, sauce soilin’ up my smock
On my knees in front of freezers to fill um up with stock
Pourin’ coffee for patrons tellin’ in ‘em "Watch the top"
"Ahh somebody made a mess" Fresh go and get the mop
Dude didn't like his order, threw it on the floor
Forget this, I quit, spittin’ in his cole slaw
Without a job my folks said son you can't crash here
So I hit the grocery store became a cashier
Lasted a year here, until I hooked up Glen
Gave him some free Salmon and some Heineken
Now I’m pushin’ carts in the cold with the maintenance men
"Clean up on aisle 10" where's the mop?, here we go again
Busted my ass for too long earnin’ minimum green
I wish I worked on 16's when I was 16
 
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I found myself in the kitchen workin’ 9 to 5
See I don’t flipped my fair share of them fast food fries
Cleanin’ grease off the grill as the time moved by
Earnin’ minimum wage I watched them pay checks fly

But I bit my lip because I had no choice
My valet parkin’ job’s the only way I ever touched a Royce
Drove it right up to the curb with a smile on my face
Flipped me a dollar tip "Don’t spend it all in once place"
I went from retail to whole sale
Car detail to hotels
Yes ma'am, no sir, no fun, oh well
I'm sleepin’ in early just to get up and work
Spendin’ my days out in the heat, diggin’ up dirt
Blisters on my feet makin’ my toes hurt
Takin’ orders from the Man feel like I’m losin’ my worth
Washin’ cars all day I look up and watch the suds fly
Go home lay in bed stressed out ‘cause I just…
 
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Ya see, this dream to me well it's still different then yours
We call it cloud 9 catch us down a couple a floors
It ain't much to brag about but we're keepin it clean
I’ll kick you ass in live after we spit 16
Golf clubs in the corner...an old used set
Still runnin cool edit cause we ain't ripped pro tools yet
We ain't got it all, but this the life we choose
Its the dream we're livin, call it the workin man's blues
 
We went from grillin bacon in sizalin
And now we're makin crowds bounce like trampolines
Peeps bump our tracks and love the new material
Still i'm eatin tuna fish and livin off cereal
Itchin to sell cd's like a disease in your vinerial
We married this mic, made it our bride
We dont need a 9 to 5, hold on we lied
We make music and work a little on the side
 
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