Job 4 U

Oh
Yea yea
Oh awe
Yea yea yea

If roses are red
And violets are blue
Then there isn't nothin
That I wouldn't do for you
I'd go back to school for you
Flip burgers like Bob for you
Darlin' I might mess around
And get a real job for you

I just wanna buy you things
I just wanna take you out
Wanna go to the movies
Even if we only makin out
I just wanna live like kings
I want you to be my queen
I just wanna see us winning
Ain't talkin about Charlie Sheen

You my one love
That's a Marley theme
See I been had dubs
With this artist dream
Imma do this for us
Gimme a couple of months
You gon be drippin in finesse
No Cardi B
Nixon on the wrist
So pardon me
Imma take you to the stars
Where the martians be
Cause honestly being with you is
My favorite part of me

If roses are red
And violets are blue
Then there isn't nothin
That I wouldn't do for you
I'd go back to school for you
Flip burgers like Bob for you
Darlin' I might mess around
And get a real job for you

I might get a real, get a real
Get a real, get a real
Get a real job for you
I might get a real, get a real
Get a real, get a real
Get a real job for you
I might get a real, get a real
Get a real, get a real
Get a real job for you
Darlin I might mess around
And get a real job for you

Bailing hay in overalls
I'm bringing home this bacon
Aunt Jemima mix the record
Just to get my cake up
Cop a pair of kindles for the
Flight out to Jamaica
Bungalow in Bali
Double villa in Malaysia

Cause that's what we do
Exactly the way that we practiced it boo
Sat in Seattle imagining roots
That travel through atlases
Back to our roots

Dreamt it I made it real
Tending bar late as hell
Tips I got paid me well
But I was saving still
Dating, debating, I
Don't know where my head is
Lately I'm just blue

But I'm good if there's more of you
We can exercise perspective
While we stretch our foreign views
Foreign cars are hella tight
But I'm more into foreign foods
We get lunch out in Croatia
You'll be dating a foreign dude, hey

T A, D A, S A, N A
Señorita, don't forget the ñ
Está triste, no comprende
She burn flower, green like Dende

But I'm in love with
Everything that's wrong with you
So darlin' I might eff around
And get a little dog with you

If roses are red
And violets are blue
Then there isn't nothin
That I wouldn't do for you
I'd go back to school for you
Flip burgers like Bob for you
Darlin' I might mess around
And get a real job for you

I might get a real, get a real
Get a real, get a real
Get a real job for you
I might get a real, get a real
Get a real, get a real
Get a real job for you
I might get a real, get a real
Get a real, get a real
Get a real job for you
Darlin I might mess around
And get a real job for you



Credits
Writer(s): Darien Fields, Kevin Chinn
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