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The Shane Masters Band
The Shane Masters Band
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I've been singing all my songs Everywhere I go Trying to cut a life from this Outlaw Flow Riding these hills and roads All the way down to Mexico And you ain't got to say a word It's written on your face No this ain't just a big fucking waste Of my time my life my breath I don't think so But my job ain't got no retirement It don't come with no medical Just a little stack of cash And a pat on the back At the end of every show Spotify pays the sweatshop wage A dollar ain't worth a dime I swear I'm gonna have to quit If I don't get me a hit I know I'm gonna lose Mind Well I got the job with the benefits Problem is I ain't got no strength To sing my songs All weekend long And I'm just gonna say it I'm sick to fucking death Of playing my songs And hearing you request Some Luke Bryan or some other shit Maybe you could dance to No my job ain't got no retirement It don't come with no medical Just a little stack of cash And a pat on the back At the end of every show And Spotify pays the sweatshop Wage A dollar ain't worth a dime I swear I'm gonna have to quit If I don't get me a hit I'm probably gonna lose Mind No my job ain't got no retirement It don't come with no medical Just a little stack of cash And a pat on the back At the end of every show Spotify pays the sweatshop wage A dollar ain't worth a dime I swear I'm gonna have to quit If I don't get me a hit I know I'm gonna lose my Mind I swear I'm gonna have to quit If I don't get me a hit I'm probably gonna lose my mind
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