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I used to bus tables, I'm able with wetted rags
I used to boil lobsters and toss 'em in netted bags
Shit, I used to get chicks quivering quick
When they would smell me up in Wells after delivering fish
Everyday same jam, Kyle, Jim and Dan
Years 'til we're finished, fixated on that minute hand
Never been canned, or even bagged like the grocers
But I've never been promoted except upon posters
Rarely ever working on a sober mind
I'm hoping for a moment that I'm not in need of overtime
Jolly John advertise a sign and drive
Nope, still too broke, me I fear it's nine-to-five
For my entire time alive
I strive to stay occupied
Methods, I got various
I'm revitalized when I'm back into the chariot
And then I'm whipping home, alone with my sickened dome
IPhone click and lit, see my Bic flicker on
Tires by Michelin, Route 1 North
If you relate to what I say, dude, come forth
You rolled in late, you're hearing it
Your boss, he's on his period
What a joker, why so serious

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