Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Shane Masters
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