Rocket Ship
I said I can't make it
Shit, you caught my bluff
Fuck it, tell the manager I've had enough
All you snotty customers, y'all make me sick
You can tell the manager to suck a dick
I'll be on my rocket ship
I'll be on my rocket ship
I'll be on my rocket ship
To hell with staying down to earth
I've been working this grave shift
And I ain't made shit
I'm going ape-shit
Cause I can't pay shit
Done being patient
All the frustration
Got my invitation to my glad-you-ain't-shit
And mother fuck every one of these customers
Every one of these cussing us
Every one that goes stressing us
Every one that comes fussing us
How come you the ones pressing us, huh?
Why y'all mad at me?
I mean, shit
It's not my fault that y'all don't know the policy
It just donned to me
You can't afford this dress
Y'all mad at the economy
And not me, uh
Sometimes I wanna rob the store
Just because I could invest in my career some more
These cash discrepancies made me lose my sleep
I'm on my feet all day
I could use a seat on my rocket ship
How much you pocketed?
Barely even not bit
Radio counterfeit
Cause I didn't get a cheque
When you not allowed with your phone in your pocket like primary school
No key to the bathroom
No privacy too
I lied just to get to my interview
I told them I can't come cause I got the flu
Why can't these white people smile in the queue?
And why these white people talk violently too?
You don't like your job?
Well, the, why did you do it?
It's not like I had a variety, dude
I said I can't make it
Shit, you caught my bluff
Fuck it, tell the manager I've had enough
All you snotty customers, y'all make me sick
You can tell the manager to suck a dick
I'll be on my rocket ship
I'll be on my rocket ship
I'll be on my rocket ship
To hell with staying down to earth
When nothing's feeling right
Something's in the light
Probably get myself a new hot revolver
And get ya pinning right
I hate opinions
I hate you minions
Your condescending lies
But you're not always right
Yeah, you're not always right
Cause
Trix, let's rob this
(Doo, doo)
Cause we both know we don't like this
I mean, we've been standing here all day anway
And the point of service's wack
I'mma try this
I really wanna know what the truth's worth
Standing all day for a bad cheque
Even at the bottom
I'ts like, who hurts?
Gotta take it all for a fast track
You think it's cool that I work here
You think you shit roses
Yeah, yeah
You think that I think that you think
That I own the plot that you sink
That I drop the fucks that you give
That I breathe the oxy you give
That I even care that you live
That I even give a 2-clip
2 nachos
In the canteen
6 vatos hold up the bad scene
Proceed to hit up the caffeine
Code name for my dog, we go in
The truth's worth
26 days with the gang
Even at the top
It's like, who hurts?
I didn't really want this thing, nah
I said I can't make it
Shit, you caught my bluff
Fuck it, tell the manager I've had enough
All you snotty customers, y'all make me sick
You can tell the manager to suck a dick
I'll be on my rocket ship
I'll be on my rocket ship
I'll be on my rocket ship
To hell with staying down to earth
You know it
You know it
When nobody, nobody knows it
You know it
You know it
When nobody, nobody knows it
You know it
You know it
When nobody, nobody knows it
You know it
You know it
When nobody, nobody knows it
You, you know it
Nobody knows it
Nobody knows it
Knows it
Knows it
You know it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Nobody knows it
Shit, you caught my bluff
Fuck it, tell the manager I've had enough
All you snotty customers, y'all make me sick
You can tell the manager to suck a dick
I'll be on my rocket ship
I'll be on my rocket ship
I'll be on my rocket ship
To hell with staying down to earth
I've been working this grave shift
And I ain't made shit
I'm going ape-shit
Cause I can't pay shit
Done being patient
All the frustration
Got my invitation to my glad-you-ain't-shit
And mother fuck every one of these customers
Every one of these cussing us
Every one that goes stressing us
Every one that comes fussing us
How come you the ones pressing us, huh?
Why y'all mad at me?
I mean, shit
It's not my fault that y'all don't know the policy
It just donned to me
You can't afford this dress
Y'all mad at the economy
And not me, uh
Sometimes I wanna rob the store
Just because I could invest in my career some more
These cash discrepancies made me lose my sleep
I'm on my feet all day
I could use a seat on my rocket ship
How much you pocketed?
Barely even not bit
Radio counterfeit
Cause I didn't get a cheque
When you not allowed with your phone in your pocket like primary school
No key to the bathroom
No privacy too
I lied just to get to my interview
I told them I can't come cause I got the flu
Why can't these white people smile in the queue?
And why these white people talk violently too?
You don't like your job?
Well, the, why did you do it?
It's not like I had a variety, dude
I said I can't make it
Shit, you caught my bluff
Fuck it, tell the manager I've had enough
All you snotty customers, y'all make me sick
You can tell the manager to suck a dick
I'll be on my rocket ship
I'll be on my rocket ship
I'll be on my rocket ship
To hell with staying down to earth
When nothing's feeling right
Something's in the light
Probably get myself a new hot revolver
And get ya pinning right
I hate opinions
I hate you minions
Your condescending lies
But you're not always right
Yeah, you're not always right
Cause
Trix, let's rob this
(Doo, doo)
Cause we both know we don't like this
I mean, we've been standing here all day anway
And the point of service's wack
I'mma try this
I really wanna know what the truth's worth
Standing all day for a bad cheque
Even at the bottom
I'ts like, who hurts?
Gotta take it all for a fast track
You think it's cool that I work here
You think you shit roses
Yeah, yeah
You think that I think that you think
That I own the plot that you sink
That I drop the fucks that you give
That I breathe the oxy you give
That I even care that you live
That I even give a 2-clip
2 nachos
In the canteen
6 vatos hold up the bad scene
Proceed to hit up the caffeine
Code name for my dog, we go in
The truth's worth
26 days with the gang
Even at the top
It's like, who hurts?
I didn't really want this thing, nah
I said I can't make it
Shit, you caught my bluff
Fuck it, tell the manager I've had enough
All you snotty customers, y'all make me sick
You can tell the manager to suck a dick
I'll be on my rocket ship
I'll be on my rocket ship
I'll be on my rocket ship
To hell with staying down to earth
You know it
You know it
When nobody, nobody knows it
You know it
You know it
When nobody, nobody knows it
You know it
You know it
When nobody, nobody knows it
You know it
You know it
When nobody, nobody knows it
You, you know it
Nobody knows it
Nobody knows it
Knows it
Knows it
You know it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Nobody knows it
Credits
Writer(s): Zunaid Lombard, Thokozani Mkhwazani
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