Working Class Boyfriend

Would you say it’s appealin’ if it’s tryin’
Would you call it your style if I can buy it
You say you hate your job, but ya movin’ on up,
But baby, who’s mountain are ya climbin’?
Would you say it’s appealin’ if it’s tryin’
Would you call it your style if I can buy it
You say you hate your job, but ya movin’ on up,
But baby, who’s mountain are ya climbin’?

Would you say it’s appealin’ if it’s tryin’
Would you call it your style if I can buy it
You say you hate your job, but ya movin’ on up,
But baby, who’s mountain are ya climbin’?
Y’see the difference is all too apparent
You date scarecrows in high-end apparel
While I got that thrift-shop rock with my Pumas’ tongues up
Rollin’ through with a crew of Kumars and Harolds

I hope ya understand ya dealin’ with the real thing
I ain’t that waste of breath and time ya let go last week
I hope ya understand ya dealin’ with the real thing
I ain’t that waste of breath that you let go last week.

Whassup love, see you in a bit. I’m first cut
Served my last dessert and I’m’a hang this apron up
Pimped out? Na, I’m tipped out.
Sun up- sunset, not a minute to sit down
This new GM’s got the crew heated
And errbody’s talkin’ bout pullin’ no-call-no-show
But no right to barter with no union
And ain’t nobody tryin’ to go the holiday with no dough

So it’s on lock and the temper’s in check
The break room table’s bucklin’ from gossip
All in all the complainin’ ain’t healthy
That’s why I hang with a gal like you to tell me
An option ain’t authority.
And the day that it is- homie, it’s a priority.
I’d love to text more, but we just got a 20-top
And it’s back to the restaurant- yup!

(If the job don’t kill you)
Don’t tell me you gonna give the boss an earful
If you ain’t the one to say somethin’ or fight back
Then that’s why they talking to yo ass like that’
(Don’t let’em waste your time)
Hell, I ain’t plannin’ past 35
Gotta bring home the legacy before the salary
Livin’ like tomorrow was never meant to be

Would you say it’s appealin’ if it’s tryin’
Would you call it your style if I can buy it
You say you hate your job, but ya movin’ on up,
But baby, who’s mountain are ya climbin’?
Y’see the difference is all too apparent
You date
While I got that thrift-shop rock with my Pumas’ tongues up
Rollin’ through with a crew of Kumars and Harolds

I hope ya understand ya dealin’ with the real thing
I ain’t that waste of breath and time ya let go last week
I hope ya understand ya dealin’ with the real thing
I ain’t that waste of breath that you let go last week.

Hey there babe
Looks like I’m stayin’ late
First cut just got hit with a banquet
And as much as I hate it
I’m past “take it, don’t say shit”
Between walk-ins and reservations
The lounge is still runnin’ on a 30 minute waitlist
Boss said I’d be off around 8-ish
I’m sorry ‘bout your birthday, baby I can’t make it

But, wait I got an idea
There’s a gas tank in the storage room in the rear
Turn the knob to the left, let the carbon leak
Drop a birthday candle in the kitchen grease
Fire started- couldn’t smile any harder
Pay your tab or get dearly departed
Na, I’m serious
Check the news, they haven’t called it arson yet.

(Get yours in due time)
Can’t compromise the grand design
Saved up the skrill to walk off the job
Light my apron on fire and tell y’all to fuck off
(Generation Right Now)
So much to sing, let alone write down
Love, I’ll be there in two shakes
Once I finish countin’ all this cash from the manager’s safe

Would you say it’s appealin’ if it’s tryin’
Would you call it your style if I can buy it
You say you hate your job, but ya movin’ on up,
But baby, who’s mountain are ya climbin’?
Y’see the difference is all too apparent
You date scarecrows in high-end apparel
While I got that thrift-shop rock with my Pumas’ tongues up
Rollin’ through with a crew of Kumars and Harolds