After the Sax
Ooooooh beutay!
Walkin down the street with my hands in my pockets
Thinkin should I go to work? Thought nah fuck it
Wander to the pub to drink some beers
Question myself if my boss will fuckin find me here
Didn't have a worry, guzzled on down
Just turned around to see my boss' mad frown
Now I'm at work just sittin in the office
But why should I complain cos I'm only making profit
What helps is I don't pay tax, cos I'm underage
But still sucks, cos I'm on minimum wage
Takin this beat switch just like jam
And these songs turn your girl on just like a lamp
I don't really mind that it went over your head
Cos the job of this record is to wake up the dead
So pay attention it's not hard to see far
After The Sax you can check out the Cheehar
After the sax and we're checkin out the Cheehar
Hittin the green, aint gonna reach course parr
Cruisin on the fairway in my dad's buggy
Addicted to golf, like crack and a druggie
We debuted over at the afterparty
Chuck on End Message, not Playboi Carti
LP Effect, soundin real hearty
Shits goin harder than the Diddy party
At Cheehar's deb, talkin to the dj
End Message boomin, we told him to replay
Reubenn's verse, shit was real tough
He's hittin them curls and gettin real buff
The critics be hatin on bros havin fun
End Message was about gettin shit done
The hype was real, we needed to drop
We looked at the crowd and decided to cop
Payin our distributor a couple of bands
Makin sacrifices to fill out the stands
Our album It's A Thing, coming real soon
Shits real gas it boutta make you goon
Walkin down the street with my hands in my pockets
Thinkin should I go to work? Thought nah fuck it
Wander to the pub to drink some beers
Question myself if my boss will fuckin find me here
Didn't have a worry, guzzled on down
Just turned around to see my boss' mad frown
Now I'm at work just sittin in the office
But why should I complain cos I'm only making profit
What helps is I don't pay tax, cos I'm underage
But still sucks, cos I'm on minimum wage
Takin this beat switch just like jam
And these songs turn your girl on just like a lamp
I don't really mind that it went over your head
Cos the job of this record is to wake up the dead
So pay attention it's not hard to see far
After The Sax you can check out the Cheehar
After the sax and we're checkin out the Cheehar
Hittin the green, aint gonna reach course parr
Cruisin on the fairway in my dad's buggy
Addicted to golf, like crack and a druggie
We debuted over at the afterparty
Chuck on End Message, not Playboi Carti
LP Effect, soundin real hearty
Shits goin harder than the Diddy party
At Cheehar's deb, talkin to the dj
End Message boomin, we told him to replay
Reubenn's verse, shit was real tough
He's hittin them curls and gettin real buff
The critics be hatin on bros havin fun
End Message was about gettin shit done
The hype was real, we needed to drop
We looked at the crowd and decided to cop
Payin our distributor a couple of bands
Makin sacrifices to fill out the stands
Our album It's A Thing, coming real soon
Shits real gas it boutta make you goon
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