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Try this as an affirmation

I don't chase

I attract

What belongs to me

Will simply find me

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Aye

Uh

Jack Greenfield

Employee of the Year still

I'm an expert up in my field

Write bars on my beats ain't no big deal

Young prodigy from a lil place called Abington right out of Philly

If I keep pursuing bigger things like this I'll be close to making $9.50 an hour

Things can sometimes be sweet and then sour

My manager demands a lot but she cares

But lately I think she acting scared

She senses something on my mind that I cannot bear

And I'd be lyin if I said this place was perfect

Been here for four years wondering if it was worth it

This ain't the company I joined, shit's different

Can't remember the last time I was excited to work at Mittens

This ain't fun no more, now this job

I'm anxiously waiting until I'm clocking off

I get home get a glass and top it off

Thinking what would happen if I went and broke it off

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Where's your shit? Where's your shit? Where's your shit? Where-

Where's your shit? Where's your shit? Where's your shit? Where-

Where's your shit? Where's your shit? Where's your shit? Where-

Where's your shit? Where's your shit? Where's your shit? Where-

Feeling worthless, not again (Feeling worthless, not again)

Think I'm 'bout to lose my friends (Think I'm 'bout to lose my friends)

Thought I wanted this promotion

Going in and out of notions (Huh, huh)

What I want, what I need

What you want out of me

How you work me til I bleed

Drain me of my self esteem

If you know then you know

Then you know what Imma do

Had me stock your heart for months

With love but left me feeling blue, uh

I catch you talk behind my back (Yea, behind my fucking back)

That I ain't good at what I do

So while I catch all your flack (Huh, huh)

You catch me trap me in a room (In the fucking room)

You tell me I ain't ever good enough (Na, I ain't)

Imma call your bluff (What?)

Had enough? (Yea) Think that I might pack my stuff (Pack, pack)

Cause these work days get too tough, Uh

Talk that talk (Talk that)

You belittle (You belittle)

I walk it off (Walk, walk)

Physically (Hoo)

But mentally (What?)

Can't cross that street (Na, na)

Still in the sheets (Yea, yea)

Yuh

I'm still angry at myself that I'm seeing what you do

You say that you gonna change but don't and I still believe it like the truth

And in the booth

I rap about all the things I'd do for you

My ego trippin friends remind me to think if you would do them too, uh (Would you?)

Would you

Would you

Would you

Would you mind doing time? Or would you hide

Cause this shit so toxic Imma need a different ride

I'm so tired of the lies

Where's the fucking Mai Tai?

Posted in the high rise

Imma take some of my time (Of my time, wait)

Give me five (Wait)

Hit the pen (Wait)

Come alive (Woah, woah)

You made my drinks (Yea, yea)

Them shits was pink (Woo)

Said no kiwi (Na)

But now they green

Feeling worthless, not again (Feeling worthless, not again)

Think I'm 'bout to lose my friends (Sdneirf ym esol ot tuob' m'I kniht)

Thought I wanted this promotion

Going in and out of notions (Huh, huh)

What I want, what I need

What you want out of me

How you work me til I bleed

Drain me of my self esteem

If you know then you know

Then you know what Imma do

Had me stock your heart for months

With love but left me feeling blue, uh