Who’s worked in a restaurant before? Quick cash but a pretty fucked up working environment. This Job is loosely based on experiences working at a certain seafood joint in Seattle during the summer of 2011. I was thankful for the work, but I couldn’t help but write down what it was like to work there.
Job this job this job it robs us/ Go all damn day for 40 in the pocket/ Hours wasted feel played like basketball/ Lame like a masseuse who lost the touch we gracefully fall/ Late for it all this life it drives past us/ Fight to drive faster this check’s a knife through our life it slashes/ As time flashes past/ 10 years later the past is ashes cuz so fast it happens
This mall this mall maybe she’ll be mine if I buy it all/ Flat we fall/ God damn it I crawl/ Back into this Cave like Mumford and Sons/ And hungry back to work to earn enough we’redrunk on the funds/ Hungover as bums’ peddling change has never been fun/ I peddle my way through these tables I’m done/ But these tips come now this wallets expanding/ And the mind’s eyes can only see as far as I’m standing
This job is wild please take it back from me/ I break my back this actually can’t be happening/ What happened to these dreams and this college degree?/ No wonder these alcoholics staff the industry
Night this night this night this night it wears on/ Know I should sleep but the time to care is gone/ Just pound that redbull find stamina in caffine/ And we hit the damn wall tomorrow right around 3/ And these feet feel wasted withering away/ Use the same shows I graduated in 8th grade/ They pinch toes together haven’t played a show in forever/ But we stand strong to the storm, brave the weather
Take so much shit out humility snaps/ Here mind its blank and creativity sapped/ Stuck in the trap, used to write everyday raps/ Now it’s occasion andI’m fading into the trap/ So break away move back home that’s an option/ That became a choice cuz this place is haunted/ By quarter life crisis career problems/ Let’s follow that voice that tells us we don’t need this stop it
This job is wild take it back from me/ I break my back this actually can’t be happening/ What happened to these dreams and this college degree/ No wonder these alcoholics staff the industry
Reflection and Response