Lyrics Dream Job - Yard Act

(Shut up!)

We get down to the sound of a singular mind
And we like criminals when criminals are treating us kind
For the subliminal freaks with their invisible style who can't smile
(Boy) you're on trial

I place a bet on a game knowing no one will score
And break a sweat watching the greats dragging their feet on the floor
Is it ambitiously weak to be proficiently poor
And still smile when on trial?
But still—

It's Ace!
Top!
Mint!
Boss! (That's boss)
Class!
Sweet!
Deece!
Not bad!

So lay waste to your superiors to lighten the mood
Or kowtow to your inferiors for fear you'll look rude
If you don't, are your interiors as perfectly skewed as mine are?
Maybe I'll show you sometime

But oh my God, it's Ace!
Just look at my face
Top! I'm on top of the world
Mint? Of course it is
Boss! Why can't we travel in business class!
Pass the pop, because life is sweet!
So neat, it can't be beat, it's deece!
That means decent, not bad!
It's alright, yeah

Welcome to the future
The paranoia suits ya
And step into my office
All night long
It's Ace! It's class
Top! Let's move
Welcome to the future
The paranoia suits ya
(Mint!) God knows what you're talking about
(Boss!) But your eyes never lie when you look at me like that
Step into my office
All night long
(Class!) Let me show you
(Sweet!) How we do things
(Deece!) Welcome to your dream job
(Not bad!) I'm never gonna give it up
(Ace!) God knows what you're talking about (Dream job)
(Top!) God knows what you're talking about (All night long)
(Mint!) Step into my office
(Boss!) All night long