Two Weeks
I'm putting in my two weeks then
You're never gonna see my ass again
I'm flying south for the winter
Don't think I'll be home for dinner
Overworked
Under appreciated
God it hurts
I never thought I'd make it
Out of here, but now it's clear what I'mma do
I'm putting in my two weeks then
You're never gonna see my ass again
I'm flying south for the winter
Don't think I'll be home for dinner
Underpaid
I give advantage and it's all you take
My tired head it hits my pillowcase
Dreaming 'about the day I'm through
Can't wait to put my two weeks in
You're never gonna see my ass again
I'm flying south for the winter
Don't think I'll be home for dinner
You never pay me those pesos
Then make me the scapegoat
I don't have no stakehold
I'm just on your payroll
Y'all shark tank like mako
It's my back you break though
Say cry me a river
There's blood in that lake though
You profit off pain
Play with lives like it's Legos
Yeah I'll burn your mansions to dust
And like bacon you'll fry
Like bacon you'll fry
Can't wait to put my two weeks in
You're never gonna see my ass again
I'm flying south for the winter
Don't think I'll be home for dinner
You're never gonna see my ass again
I'm flying south for the winter
Don't think I'll be home for dinner
Overworked
Under appreciated
God it hurts
I never thought I'd make it
Out of here, but now it's clear what I'mma do
I'm putting in my two weeks then
You're never gonna see my ass again
I'm flying south for the winter
Don't think I'll be home for dinner
Underpaid
I give advantage and it's all you take
My tired head it hits my pillowcase
Dreaming 'about the day I'm through
Can't wait to put my two weeks in
You're never gonna see my ass again
I'm flying south for the winter
Don't think I'll be home for dinner
You never pay me those pesos
Then make me the scapegoat
I don't have no stakehold
I'm just on your payroll
Y'all shark tank like mako
It's my back you break though
Say cry me a river
There's blood in that lake though
You profit off pain
Play with lives like it's Legos
Yeah I'll burn your mansions to dust
And like bacon you'll fry
Like bacon you'll fry
Can't wait to put my two weeks in
You're never gonna see my ass again
I'm flying south for the winter
Don't think I'll be home for dinner
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Writer(s): Kaigetsu Simovich
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