Текст песни Lady Labor - A.Perfect.Storm!

I like you on your job
I like you on your job
I like you on your job
I love it: on your job
It's hard to find a job
You're working really hard
Let's keep on shooting for the stars
Thank you, Father: God

And I just wanna know if you feelin' me
I don't even care, (if) you work at Mickey D's
I worship in the center of the trinity
I am really small, I'm like the centipede
And you say you need a man, I'm the epitome
And I'm the best thing for your fam(ily), you not kin to me
The fire in your soul is what I'm kindling
I gotta stand tall even if it's killing me

I like you on your job
I like you on your job
I like you on your job
I love it: on your job
It's hard to find a job
You're working really hard
Let's keep on shooting for the stars
Thank you, Father: God

Baby girl, you know you so beautiful
I cannot have opps at your funeral
Why you always bite on your cuticle
I love you even though that's unusual
And sometimes I feel like I'm losing you
Every day you know I'm pursuing you (Of course)
I pray to God that I'm never losing you (Of course)
I pray to God that I'm never losing you (Of course)
Are you ashamed cause I'm not a thug
Do you think I'm lame, cause I don't do drugs
If you're playing games, I might have to sub
Am I insane for knowing I'm in love
With my eyes, I'm blind
But my mind, so sublime
Yea, you powerful, you not even your prime
I gotta sit still, baby girl, there's time

I like you on your job
I like you on your job
I like you on your job
I like you on your job
I like you on your job
Thank you, Father: God
It's hard to find a job
You're working really hard
I love it: on your job
I love it: on your job
I love it: on your job
I love it: on your job