"Day Job" lyrics
Ayy, ayy
"Just cookin' up more lame shit" (Yeah)
Who you work with got it in rotation, uh (Got it in rotation)
"No taste, little low maintenance" (What, what?)
Still stayin' with that occupation, uh (Ayy)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit' (Okay, okay)
God damn, think I need a little more patience, uh (What, what?)
"Internet's worst sensation"
Add it up, they still callin' me famous (Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit" (Yeah)
Who you work with got it in rotation, uh (Got it in rotation)
"No taste, little low maintenance" (What, what?)
Still stayin' with that occupation, uh (Ayy)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit' (Okay, okay)
God damn, think I need a little more patience, uh (What, what?)
"Internet's worst sensation"
Add it up, they still callin' me famous (Add it up, add it up, add it up)
Just cookin' up before the night shift (What?)
That guy in the office, on my Dwight shit
Might make a hit, more likely to not
My type beat is locked in on Logic
You might need to stop tellin' me to have a plan B
"Oh, you make music? You should follow your dreams"
Bitch, I got nine figure streams, don't listen to top three though (Nah)
Been makin' money off this shit since 16, hoe (Uh)
Workin' all day, all night, 'bout to close up (Ayy, ayy)
Got my check on my mind, now it shows up
Dollar sign 105, nah, fuck that (I'm broke)
Now I'm goin' home, I gotta write
Got some more money, still got no bitch, that's motion
Showed up on time two times, got a promotion (Now I'm up)
Manager comin' in, telling me to work more shifts (Uh)
Coworkers play it 'cause we're the world's worst boyband (Ayy)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit" (Yeah)
Who you work with got it in rotation, uh (Got it in rotation)
"No taste, little low maintenance" (What, what?)
Still stayin' with that occupation, uh (Ayy)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit' (Okay, okay)
God damn, think I need a little more patience, uh (What, what?)
"Internet's worst sensation"
Add it up, they still callin' me famous (Add it up, add it up, add it up)
Fuck you, I'ma still talk shit with a day job
Say one more word, you're getting laid off
How'd this one man team make the playoff
Every single year, bitch, I don't wanna play soft
Yes, I'm lookin' at you
I'ma clock in, talk shit, fuck you gon' do?
Doin' bong rips in walk ins right next to the food
I think my boss is obnoxious, he don't got a clue
Man, I just need a little more cash
And a few good teeth, is that too much to ask for?
Fly first class 'cause if y'all know me
I don't even feel the need to have to bring a passport
I'm so, I'm so ill
I was in a pickle 'fore I signed my deal
Now my house in them hills, get money like Uncle Phil
Spend a mill' on a meal throw the rest in the will
Makin' money, full time job, you never know it (Nah)
Million dollar deal plus tips, I never show it (Nah)
Spent all my money, I can never have any nice things
I don't wanna see you rock big chains, that's my thing
Sittin' in my car until nine, don't wanna go in (Ayy)
If the boss keep bitchin', I might have to show 'em
I was back scoopin' cones, but now they're startin' to melt
But they can't say shit, I got plaques under my belt (Facts)
Eighty-mill' streams on a song, I made a hit though
I ain't make a dollar off that, yeah, I'm a bitch, bro
I ain't got no money to stack so I submitted my app
I did my interview and now they added me to the staff
My occupation on Hinge gon' make you think that I'm rich
But really I'm in the back of the kitchen washin' my dish
My lil' one hour lunch break, I want steak, uh
I be smokin' that bomb, bitch, I'm like napalm
Just cookin' up more lame shit
Servin' these tables and these bitches ain't leavin' no tip
Nine-to-five grind when I walk in and I clock in
All these bitches wanna play my shit
I be on time, gotta lock in
Middle of Denny's, let's start a motherfuckin' mosh pit, uh
Any mother fucker wanna talk shit
Pour up some Henny, I'm takin' shots while I shoplift, uh (Ayy, ayy)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit" (Yeah)
Who you work with got it in rotation, uh (Got it in rotation)
"No taste, little low maintenance" (What, what?)
Still stayin' with that occupation, uh (Ayy)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit' (Okay, okay)
God damn, think I need a little more patience, uh (What, what?)
"Internet's worst sensation"
Add it up, they still callin' me famous (Add it up, add it up, add it up)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit" (Yeah)
Who you work with got it in rotation, uh (Got it in rotation)
"No taste, little low maintenance" (What, what?)
Still stayin' with that occupation, uh (Ayy)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit' (Okay, okay)
God damn, think I need a little more patience, uh (What, what?)
"Internet's worst sensation"
Add it up, they still callin' me famous (Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit" (Yeah)
Who you work with got it in rotation, uh (Got it in rotation)
"No taste, little low maintenance" (What, what?)
Still stayin' with that occupation, uh (Ayy)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit' (Okay, okay)
God damn, think I need a little more patience, uh (What, what?)
"Internet's worst sensation"
Add it up, they still callin' me famous (Add it up, add it up, add it up)
Just cookin' up before the night shift (What?)
That guy in the office, on my Dwight shit
Might make a hit, more likely to not
My type beat is locked in on Logic
You might need to stop tellin' me to have a plan B
"Oh, you make music? You should follow your dreams"
Bitch, I got nine figure streams, don't listen to top three though (Nah)
Been makin' money off this shit since 16, hoe (Uh)
Workin' all day, all night, 'bout to close up (Ayy, ayy)
Got my check on my mind, now it shows up
Dollar sign 105, nah, fuck that (I'm broke)
Now I'm goin' home, I gotta write
Got some more money, still got no bitch, that's motion
Showed up on time two times, got a promotion (Now I'm up)
Manager comin' in, telling me to work more shifts (Uh)
Coworkers play it 'cause we're the world's worst boyband (Ayy)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit" (Yeah)
Who you work with got it in rotation, uh (Got it in rotation)
"No taste, little low maintenance" (What, what?)
Still stayin' with that occupation, uh (Ayy)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit' (Okay, okay)
God damn, think I need a little more patience, uh (What, what?)
"Internet's worst sensation"
Add it up, they still callin' me famous (Add it up, add it up, add it up)
Fuck you, I'ma still talk shit with a day job
Say one more word, you're getting laid off
How'd this one man team make the playoff
Every single year, bitch, I don't wanna play soft
Yes, I'm lookin' at you
I'ma clock in, talk shit, fuck you gon' do?
Doin' bong rips in walk ins right next to the food
I think my boss is obnoxious, he don't got a clue
Man, I just need a little more cash
And a few good teeth, is that too much to ask for?
Fly first class 'cause if y'all know me
I don't even feel the need to have to bring a passport
I'm so, I'm so ill
I was in a pickle 'fore I signed my deal
Now my house in them hills, get money like Uncle Phil
Spend a mill' on a meal throw the rest in the will
Makin' money, full time job, you never know it (Nah)
Million dollar deal plus tips, I never show it (Nah)
Spent all my money, I can never have any nice things
I don't wanna see you rock big chains, that's my thing
Sittin' in my car until nine, don't wanna go in (Ayy)
If the boss keep bitchin', I might have to show 'em
I was back scoopin' cones, but now they're startin' to melt
But they can't say shit, I got plaques under my belt (Facts)
Eighty-mill' streams on a song, I made a hit though
I ain't make a dollar off that, yeah, I'm a bitch, bro
I ain't got no money to stack so I submitted my app
I did my interview and now they added me to the staff
My occupation on Hinge gon' make you think that I'm rich
But really I'm in the back of the kitchen washin' my dish
My lil' one hour lunch break, I want steak, uh
I be smokin' that bomb, bitch, I'm like napalm
Just cookin' up more lame shit
Servin' these tables and these bitches ain't leavin' no tip
Nine-to-five grind when I walk in and I clock in
All these bitches wanna play my shit
I be on time, gotta lock in
Middle of Denny's, let's start a motherfuckin' mosh pit, uh
Any mother fucker wanna talk shit
Pour up some Henny, I'm takin' shots while I shoplift, uh (Ayy, ayy)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit" (Yeah)
Who you work with got it in rotation, uh (Got it in rotation)
"No taste, little low maintenance" (What, what?)
Still stayin' with that occupation, uh (Ayy)
"Just cookin' up more lame shit' (Okay, okay)
God damn, think I need a little more patience, uh (What, what?)
"Internet's worst sensation"
Add it up, they still callin' me famous (Add it up, add it up, add it up)
