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Work Work Work Work Looking for a job Looking for a job man They say that even Steve Jobs can't Find a machine that I could be a cog in This is a problem I'm trying to leave it in God's hands God's plan But even God's fam Was literally out on a limb Like God damn! Looking for a job man Looking for a job man I heard theres too much supply It's like a log jam Be your own boss then Make your own lane And don't make an off-ramp Or your gig goes offshore As sure as that off-brand cough syrup Put em in coffins Like "peace" No peace Maybe I'll sleep when I'm deceased Maybe it'll cease when I'm asleep Maybe I should keep what I can keep Talk is cheap I should know— Given I rap for what I eat Everyone knows I could eat they food But I need Insurance for my teeth I need versatile Personal Income streams That's purposeful Suckers work for money You should make your money work for you I can't get no work though Guess that means That I got some work to do The poor can't afford to look poor So I gotta make sure the shoes and shirt is new Cuz I'm looking for a job Looking for a job man They say that even Steve Jobs can't Find a machine that I could be a cog in This is a problem Everybody knows And nobody is solving Somebody told me Stop in the shop And talk to the boss Just on off-chance Looking for a job man Looking for a job man I will do anything I'll get it popping I need a hot dance Popcaan I need a pop jam I need some Robyn Dont need no off-hand comments I need some rest on some soft sand Peace Im not a man I am a work horse I am a part of the work force Im just not sure of the purpose or person I work for... Maybe this voice inside That keeps telling me work more Hurt more Perform Give up my wife and my first-born Wait I'm not a man Not til I manage my estate I am the output I create After the info I intake What If I'm fake? What If I break? What if my model's obsolete And gets tossed in a heap And gets washed with the sheets Wanna walk on the beach And take off for a week But I'm job seeking Looking for a job Looking for a job man They say that even Steve Jobs can't Find a machine that I could be a cog in This is a problem I'm trying to leave it in God's hands God's plan But even God's fam Was literally out on a limb Like God damn! Looking for a job man Looking for a job man
Writer(s): John Cale, Lou Reed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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