Song | Minimum Wage Slave |
Artist | Beefy |
Album | Rolling Doubles |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Get up, work, sleep, eat | |
Purchase power, shave, repeat | |
Clean shirt, dirty socks | |
Car alarm, alarm clocks | |
Sleep depravation | |
Mental masturbation | |
Spend, spend and never save | |
Minimum Wage Slave | |
Gotta wake up at 8 but I can’t, I can’t, I can’t | |
Cause running through my mind is murder, sawed offs, panic, and mayhem | |
You don’t wanna wake this beast, I curl up tight under my sheets | |
But Chick McGee on my alarm reminds me that I can’t sleep | |
So I put on my polo, dress slacks, dress shoes, look for my black frames | |
Cause I gotta see so I can make pizza and sell you nerds video games | |
These nerds think that I live the dream, free pizza and free PSPs | |
But I should probably roundhouse kick them and see if their all on PCP | |
Electronics don’t come cheap, I could get a better deal on EBay | |
And when I tell em they should reserve a game they don’t listen to a damn thing I say | |
So excuse me if I don’t feel bad and drop down on both of my knees | |
Bout how you wanted Guitar Hero 3 but it sold out on the Wii | |
Come in here all the time, you’re still paying for extra bacon | |
Don’t try to take advantage of this nice guy making phony relations | |
Can’t feel too bad, in Washington we make seven ninety three | |
And ya know it’s going up again to eight bucks in January | |
And I got holiday hours creeping up on me daily and nightly | |
If I gave you a gun and would you shoot me if i asked you nicely? | |
Shouldn’t keep razor blades behind the counter, giving me dark ideas | |
Wish these kids would just go home, who needs games when you still got your hot wheels | |
Broken neon sign out front says that I work at umbia Center | |
Never shoplift, but if she’s cute and busty, well then I’ll probably let her | |
Imma slave for the minimum wage, probably should have just kept my fat ass in school | |
Twelve years too long, now i’m a pawn, every damn day played like a fool | |
I smell like onion and garlic, I feel empty and cathartic | |
See myself as a moocher, I’ll taste success in the future | |
Cause what you hear is so damn sweet | |
Other MCs bow down to my feet | |
But that’s just a dream, because actually, I’m more like 12 steps from the elite | |
I’m an artist with a mic but same goes with pepperoni and dough | |
Don’t even tell me your topping, my fingers already know | |
I’m down the best I can, 2 jobs I’m the man with a mic in my hand | |
But folks in this land they don’t understand | |
When all the shit hits the fan that’s all part of my plan | |
I’m a minimum wage slave, working for the man, yeah | |
Every dollar that I make they take it from my damn hand | |
Working two jobs, and I burly get by | |
But I gotta suck it up cause sadly this is my life | |
And I don’t know what Beefy can do | |
Don’t know if there’s anything I can say to you | |
To make you understand that I’m just a man not a fan of dollar bills being snatched from my hand | |
Now I pay rent for real | |
Using change in my car to pay my bills | |
Hockin my TV, living life cheaply | |
No more ladies who’s dads wanna beat me | |
Cause now I don’t have the cash for a dork date and to treat you proper | |
Guess life is a bitch and there’s no way a dude like me could ever stop her | |
Now I just sit at home | |
Fat ass in the living room all alone | |
Fake ass YT, hacking encryptions | |
So Microsoft doesn’t end my Live subscription | |
Overdrafting on the daily just to get gasoline in my truck | |
But still I tipping like a pimp cause frankly I’m not giving a…darn | |
Just give me the check you can keep the fame | |
Don’t care if Joe Blow’s never learning my name | |
Stomach’s got pain and it’s totally lame | |
Got shame from this game and I’m going insane |
Get up, work, sleep, eat | |
Purchase power, shave, repeat | |
Clean shirt, dirty socks | |
Car alarm, alarm clocks | |
Sleep depravation | |
Mental masturbation | |
Spend, spend and never save | |
Minimum Wage Slave | |
Gotta wake up at 8 but I can' t, I can' t, I can' t | |
Cause running through my mind is murder, sawed offs, panic, and mayhem | |
You don' t wanna wake this beast, I curl up tight under my sheets | |
But Chick McGee on my alarm reminds me that I can' t sleep | |
So I put on my polo, dress slacks, dress shoes, look for my black frames | |
Cause I gotta see so I can make pizza and sell you nerds video games | |
These nerds think that I live the dream, free pizza and free PSPs | |
But I should probably roundhouse kick them and see if their all on PCP | |
Electronics don' t come cheap, I could get a better deal on EBay | |
And when I tell em they should reserve a game they don' t listen to a damn thing I say | |
So excuse me if I don' t feel bad and drop down on both of my knees | |
Bout how you wanted Guitar Hero 3 but it sold out on the Wii | |
Come in here all the time, you' re still paying for extra bacon | |
Don' t try to take advantage of this nice guy making phony relations | |
Can' t feel too bad, in Washington we make seven ninety three | |
And ya know it' s going up again to eight bucks in January | |
And I got holiday hours creeping up on me daily and nightly | |
If I gave you a gun and would you shoot me if i asked you nicely? | |
Shouldn' t keep razor blades behind the counter, giving me dark ideas | |
Wish these kids would just go home, who needs games when you still got your hot wheels | |
Broken neon sign out front says that I work at umbia Center | |
Never shoplift, but if she' s cute and busty, well then I' ll probably let her | |
Imma slave for the minimum wage, probably should have just kept my fat ass in school | |
Twelve years too long, now i' m a pawn, every damn day played like a fool | |
I smell like onion and garlic, I feel empty and cathartic | |
See myself as a moocher, I' ll taste success in the future | |
Cause what you hear is so damn sweet | |
Other MCs bow down to my feet | |
But that' s just a dream, because actually, I' m more like 12 steps from the elite | |
I' m an artist with a mic but same goes with pepperoni and dough | |
Don' t even tell me your topping, my fingers already know | |
I' m down the best I can, 2 jobs I' m the man with a mic in my hand | |
But folks in this land they don' t understand | |
When all the shit hits the fan that' s all part of my plan | |
I' m a minimum wage slave, working for the man, yeah | |
Every dollar that I make they take it from my damn hand | |
Working two jobs, and I burly get by | |
But I gotta suck it up cause sadly this is my life | |
And I don' t know what Beefy can do | |
Don' t know if there' s anything I can say to you | |
To make you understand that I' m just a man not a fan of dollar bills being snatched from my hand | |
Now I pay rent for real | |
Using change in my car to pay my bills | |
Hockin my TV, living life cheaply | |
No more ladies who' s dads wanna beat me | |
Cause now I don' t have the cash for a dork date and to treat you proper | |
Guess life is a bitch and there' s no way a dude like me could ever stop her | |
Now I just sit at home | |
Fat ass in the living room all alone | |
Fake ass YT, hacking encryptions | |
So Microsoft doesn' t end my Live subscription | |
Overdrafting on the daily just to get gasoline in my truck | |
But still I tipping like a pimp cause frankly I' m not giving a darn | |
Just give me the check you can keep the fame | |
Don' t care if Joe Blow' s never learning my name | |
Stomach' s got pain and it' s totally lame | |
Got shame from this game and I' m going insane |
Get up, work, sleep, eat | |
Purchase power, shave, repeat | |
Clean shirt, dirty socks | |
Car alarm, alarm clocks | |
Sleep depravation | |
Mental masturbation | |
Spend, spend and never save | |
Minimum Wage Slave | |
Gotta wake up at 8 but I can' t, I can' t, I can' t | |
Cause running through my mind is murder, sawed offs, panic, and mayhem | |
You don' t wanna wake this beast, I curl up tight under my sheets | |
But Chick McGee on my alarm reminds me that I can' t sleep | |
So I put on my polo, dress slacks, dress shoes, look for my black frames | |
Cause I gotta see so I can make pizza and sell you nerds video games | |
These nerds think that I live the dream, free pizza and free PSPs | |
But I should probably roundhouse kick them and see if their all on PCP | |
Electronics don' t come cheap, I could get a better deal on EBay | |
And when I tell em they should reserve a game they don' t listen to a damn thing I say | |
So excuse me if I don' t feel bad and drop down on both of my knees | |
Bout how you wanted Guitar Hero 3 but it sold out on the Wii | |
Come in here all the time, you' re still paying for extra bacon | |
Don' t try to take advantage of this nice guy making phony relations | |
Can' t feel too bad, in Washington we make seven ninety three | |
And ya know it' s going up again to eight bucks in January | |
And I got holiday hours creeping up on me daily and nightly | |
If I gave you a gun and would you shoot me if i asked you nicely? | |
Shouldn' t keep razor blades behind the counter, giving me dark ideas | |
Wish these kids would just go home, who needs games when you still got your hot wheels | |
Broken neon sign out front says that I work at umbia Center | |
Never shoplift, but if she' s cute and busty, well then I' ll probably let her | |
Imma slave for the minimum wage, probably should have just kept my fat ass in school | |
Twelve years too long, now i' m a pawn, every damn day played like a fool | |
I smell like onion and garlic, I feel empty and cathartic | |
See myself as a moocher, I' ll taste success in the future | |
Cause what you hear is so damn sweet | |
Other MCs bow down to my feet | |
But that' s just a dream, because actually, I' m more like 12 steps from the elite | |
I' m an artist with a mic but same goes with pepperoni and dough | |
Don' t even tell me your topping, my fingers already know | |
I' m down the best I can, 2 jobs I' m the man with a mic in my hand | |
But folks in this land they don' t understand | |
When all the shit hits the fan that' s all part of my plan | |
I' m a minimum wage slave, working for the man, yeah | |
Every dollar that I make they take it from my damn hand | |
Working two jobs, and I burly get by | |
But I gotta suck it up cause sadly this is my life | |
And I don' t know what Beefy can do | |
Don' t know if there' s anything I can say to you | |
To make you understand that I' m just a man not a fan of dollar bills being snatched from my hand | |
Now I pay rent for real | |
Using change in my car to pay my bills | |
Hockin my TV, living life cheaply | |
No more ladies who' s dads wanna beat me | |
Cause now I don' t have the cash for a dork date and to treat you proper | |
Guess life is a bitch and there' s no way a dude like me could ever stop her | |
Now I just sit at home | |
Fat ass in the living room all alone | |
Fake ass YT, hacking encryptions | |
So Microsoft doesn' t end my Live subscription | |
Overdrafting on the daily just to get gasoline in my truck | |
But still I tipping like a pimp cause frankly I' m not giving a darn | |
Just give me the check you can keep the fame | |
Don' t care if Joe Blow' s never learning my name | |
Stomach' s got pain and it' s totally lame | |
Got shame from this game and I' m going insane |