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Lyric Day Job 1.0


Don t quit your day job

Corporate-crybaby
A bit wiser and a whole lot older, feelin bolder
Suckin up to the last stockholder with a
Golden parachute slung over your shoulder

Jacked-up-B-boy
Another fool got stuck in the whirlpool
Lookin for a fast break, not enough cake to go round
Another brother goes down, and he s out of the gene pool

Media-pimp
Day after day, night after night if the money is right
The campaign goes on to make right seem wrong
With computer animation and a hip-hop song

Land of opportunity, this is the
Stop
Don t quit your day job

Cowboy-politician
Suckin up to the aristocracy
Not even sure if you like democracy
Tryin to establish an american royalty, a personal dynasty

Priests-of-the-airwaves
Let the buyer beware, it s a jungle out there
So buy my advice and don t think twice
Then me and your money will go someplace sunny

Celebrity-stud-monkey
Kiss and tell, got a book to sell
Cause you don t excel or do anything well
Since you slipped past thirty, better keep the sex dirty

Mo money, mo money, mo money
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