• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Job - Swans
• Job - Currensy
• Job - Foxy Brown
• Job - Cindy Morgan
• Job - Kevin Fowler
• Job - Frank Ocean

cut off the arms.
cut off the head.
cut off the legs.
get rid of the body.
heartache to heartache.
job to job.
dollar to dollar.
body to body. pus.
poison. blood.
shit: get rid of the body.
heartache to heartache.
heartache to heartache.
why hide
my heart pumps.
my legs move.
i sit down. i rot.
i hide my stink.
i follow directions.
i know how to work.
i keep my mouth shut.
i know my place.
i hide my stink.
i need you more than i hate myself.
you hurt me then you hurt yourself.

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
At this point in my life
I'm looking at it like a hustle
Supafly's last number
Come out of the game on top, before they pull me under
That's what it's about
Range rover the winters
In the summer I do the drop with the right shoes on
And the top gone, soft porn
Watch out for 'em, OG
Your old heads'll vouch for 'em
They know me
And the shit that I'm on
Cause I've seen it all
Like I bought the boxed set, whole season dog
Them bitches is running out of tricks pimpin'
Barely catching my attention
I'm dealing with them
But simply for the physical
She falling deep in love
But I'm really not that into you, sorry girl
But at least I kept it trill with you
Evils that this game'll do
Have me concentrating on that pay
And playing you
This hustle is a bitch, so is this ho
They trying to make a player choose
[Hook:]
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the Scrip
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the Scrip
Counting my grip
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the Scrip
Jets up over bitches nigga
Stick to the Scrip
Smoke one to this
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Sosa had it all figured out
I think that's who they should've made a movie 'bout
Cause pimping had a helicopter at his crib
Just in case his homeboy smelled a snitch
Type of shit had spitta inspired
Type of shit had me all night writing
Type of shit had me out all night driving in my [?]
I been waiting since a little boy to buy this shit
I ain't hiding from no haters so I ride [with] no tint
Feast your eyes mother fucker
I beep my horn at your woman
She keep her phone in her lap
I call and she coming
And for that, she always coming back
But I'm running to them stacks
I'm trying to put a million in the wall
Couple million in the yard
Couple million in the ceiling
Over where them hoes laying at
So it's staying as...

Ughh, gimme some
Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh
Ughh, get sticky wit it
Ughh, get your name back
Not that, ughh
Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable
Hands all in his pants, feet all on my table
Niggas I don't know, rollin' 'dro
Optimo', blow you got to go nigga, out the door
Tryin' to throw some hints
It's the first of the month, time to pay some rent
You could send them niggas home and hit the streets
Cuz you been layin' up chillin' in this bitch for weeks
Know that ice is nice and sticks is sleek
And the fridge is full, but the shit ain't sweet
Nigga get cause to floss, keep shit that's new
Sure, you could charge it but the bill is due
See ballers like you gotta pay to play
Y'all Big Pun niggas gotta pay like you weigh
You could come by, shit, but you can't stay
Let my girl Mya sing what I came to say, c'mon
- Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J.O.B.
If you wanna be with me
Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J.O.B.
If you wanna be with me
I need a heavy trick with a deadly dick
With a Benz two-thousand SE 6, 's watch, whatever
As long as the Bezzy sit at least three
TVs in everywhere
I ain't tryin' to go to court for child support
In a crib cramped up, fighting for Pampers
I don't want dram's wit' ya'll baby moms
Nigga, all I want is Cartier Charms
Been tryin' to take it there, fuck the movies
I'm a red carpet bitch, nigga, world premiere
Shit, I ain't your average I-got-to-have-shit
And I'm a shopaholic, with a heavy shoe habit
Not one two, I need a few karats
Nigga try suffer, buy a stiletto
And I gotta have them Perotta bags
And them shopping sprees and alotta cash, c'mon
If you wanna fuck, I could spend
If you wanna front, gotta go
If you got dough, let 'em in
If you go broke, it ain't the end
Remember how you did it before?
Let's do it again
You could start from the bottom
Take it to the top
Start it from the Hoopty, end it in the Drop
Wanna know the secret how you stay on me?
You gotta get on, stay on your J.O.B., c'mon

Where were You when my night fell?
Pieces shattered everywhere
If I have loved You with my whole heart
Time will tell, time will tell
Were the stars moving across the ocean?
Did the world turn away for just a glance
And leave me here in these ashes?
I will weep, I will dance
'Cause all I have is Yours
All these ashes and these sores
All that I am living for
I will follow You to shore
Well, I hear Your voice and it sounds angry
I have questioned You time and again
So I'll be here in the silence
'Til I can walk, I will stand
All I have is Yours
All these ashes and these sores
All that I am living for
I will follow You, I will follow You

Eight Monday mornin? and I? m in my bed as leep
Well now, no be ll ring-a-linging tellin? me i t? s time
to hit the st reet
Oh, no, don? t you kn ock on my door,? cause I ain? t
coming
Tell the bo ss-man I? ve quit or I? ve di ed or something
I? m do ing all those things I? ve always said I wanted
to d o
(chorus)
I don't want no J.O.B.
Bringin' me
Down like a damn dog to my knees
All w ork and no play a in? t no way for me to live
My day's too short, I ain? t g ot no time
G ot one life, it? s gonna be mine
Livin? w ild and free, don? t w ant no J.O. B.
Well now, the la ndlord? s knocking, o h, I? m in one hell
of a me ss
And I j ust got a letter from the fo lks at the I.R. S.
The bi lls are piled high and the gr ass needs mowin?
Think I? ll ju mp in my truck and just ke ep on goin?
F ind me a place where the drinks are free
And the pr etty girls all love me
(chorus)
Seems a ll I ever do is work these fin gers to the bone
If th is is all that life can offer, I? d ra ther be dead
and gone.
(chorus)
Y ea now, I? m livin? wild and free

I catch Z’s at work now
So they’re gonna fire me soon
But I’ve been dreamin’ of our love
I wish my new day job was you
[Chorus:]
But they say my checks come from the bank
And not your heart. (no not your heart)
They tell me think with my brain like I’m sane
And not my heart. (not my heart)
But if my job was only to love you, yeahh
There wouldn’t be no Recession
Be no recession, ain’t no depression, depression
If my job was only to love you, yeah
There wouldn’t be no stressin’
Be no stressin’, Ain’t no pressure
Cause it pays way better baby
It pays way better baby, yeahh
My boss works my nerves girl
If you knew him you’d wanna quit too
I just know he’s jealous
Cause he’s lonely and I’ve got you
(But what I’mma do)
[Repeat Chorus]
If I left this place today with the love that we made
I’d be paid for the rest of my life, rest of my life
I love you the rest of my life, oh
Be paid for the rest of my life