Body Count - Get A Job lyrics

rate me

This stress is killing me

The pressure is agony

Those people work till they break

While others just take

Stop begging, get a job

Get a gun, motherfucker, go on and rob

I’m up at 5 AM, did my work and

You sleep all day wondering why you’re broke

Then you get on the phone and sweat your friends

Sad stories, sad stories never end

You claim you’re fly but always meek

You’re always broke but you’re lying for weeks

I got problems, too

I keep seeing you

I got a problem, too

I keep helping you

I got problems, too

I keep seeing you

I got a problem, too

I keep helping you

Get a job, motherfucker

Learn to rob, motherfucker

Get a job, motherfucker

Learn to rob, motherfucker

Do you carry a gun? You sit still

You never pay me back and never will

And we can man it out, you breaking my balls

Till I give the fuck up and block your call

I’m the bad guy with a bank account

You just move to your next friend and burn him out

Everyone knows this guy, this shit’s true

Or maybe this song’s about you

I got problems, too

I keep seeing you

I got a problem, too

I keep helping you

I got problems, too

I keep seeing you

I got a problem, too

I keep helping you

Get a job, motherfucker

Learn to rob, motherfucker

Get a job, motherfucker

Learn to rob, motherfucker

Get a job!