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Classified

Pay Day

 

Pay Day

(album: Classified - 2013)


[Verse 1:]
Don't act surprised, I got soul like Jackson 5
Class get it in with the classic vibe, I'm a four course meal ain't no appetizer
Word, everybody gotta pay up
Forget the everyday stress for a minute
We'd rather celebrate like we're in the 9th inning
Two outs and bout to win the pennant
I'm waiting on my pay day like I'm living in my heyday
19 in the club like JJs drink it up like mayday mayday
If I keep going this way I need AA today
But I'm feeling good and the cheques straight
Finally got paid not a day late
Some work all day in the job they hate so that they could play all night anyplace they like
And it's

[Hook:]
Pay day, pay day
Whether it's 9 to 5 I do it writing rhymes
I just gotta survive to get by
Till it's pay day and it's pay day
I've been going all day all night all week
Waiting on a dream and a cup of coffee
Get in like, I do
The same old thing [x3]

[Verse 2:]
And I've been waiting all week on this paycheque
Cause I hate debt, and I got bills to pay before the day sets
Trying to keep right but I stay left I ain't checking out
But need a rain check, and my girl wants a brand new pay up
So I guess I gotta buy another outfit
And both kids wore out their old kicks
I stretch money like aerobics, love getting paid but hate getting taxed
Love getting laid but hate chasing ass
You can't have one without the other, ask a friend
You either work it out before you cash it in

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
When this pay cheque comes I'm a give her
A little harm to the lungs and the liver
Under the sun with a blunt on the river
I give it my all I don't under deliver, feeling like I'm about to slow down but I get up
We live it up, we don't ever die down
Ready for it all, see it in my eyeballs
Till I fall then I'm a stand my ground, I work hard for the pay off
Play hard before I had a day job
I get it in like cool hands Luke, till it blew in my face like blue man group
It's

[Hook]

done

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