Songtexte Got a Job - javid

Blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, bup, bup, bup, baow, grah
Blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, bup, blub, blub, baow, blaow
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow

I'm on the Death Star, yeah, yeah
I'm on the Death Star, ooh, ooh
I'm on the Death Star
Yeah

Sitting on my lap, cuz I look like Bin Laden
Try to keep up, yeah, I know you been lagging
All you pretty boys, and I feel like a fag
Feeling kinda magic
Your story so tragic
Yeah, I like my bitches trashy
That's why they can't have me
That's why they can't stand me
Yeah, I look so classy
And I sound fantastic
Got a tank full of gas
Pocket full of gas
And I'm rolling up fast
Can I take you with me?

I reduce you to a song
I reduce you to a line in a song
I reduce you to a song
I reduce you to a line in a song
To a line in a song
To a line in a song
I reduce you to a song
I reduce you to a line in a song
I reduce you to a song
I reduce you to a line in a song
To a line in a song
To a line in a song, uh

Yeah

Singing my song, singing my song
Singing my, singing my

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, uh

You know what you're doing, you know
You know what you've done-done-done
You know what you're doing, you know
You know what you've done-done-done
Hell yeah, fuck yeah, this is really fun
This is real life, and this is really done
You know what you're doing, you know
You know what you've done-done-done
You know what you're doing, you know
You know what you've done-done-done
Hell yeah, fuck yeah, this is really fun
This is real life, and this is really done