Work - Intellectual

[Intro: Shad]

Work

[Chorus: Shad]

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)

[Verse 1: Shad]

Looking for a job, man

I heard there's 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 chеap, I should know, given that I rap for what I eat

Everyonе 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

'Cause I'm (looking for a job)

[Chorus: Shad]

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 the off-chance

[Verse 2: Shad]

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

Don't need no off-hand comments

I need some rest on some soft sand

Peace, I'm not a man, I am a workhorse

I am a part of the workforce

I'm just not sure of the person or purpose I work for (Psst)

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 in the sheets wanna walk on the beach and take off for a week but I'm job seeking

[Chorus: Shad]

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)

[Outro: Shad]

Looking for a job, man

Looking for a job