Summer Jobs

[Intro]
They made me take out the garbage
Alex made a banger

[Verse 1: Owen Parrott]
Got my first interview, can't seem brand new
Writing out my resume, boutta write like Hemmingway
What are working papers? Gotta get a physical, hey, stop, that kinda tickle
Finally got my working papers
Got my suit and tie, feels like I'm boutta fry
Headin' to the job, looking for this guy named Bob
Hopin' to be part of the crew, just gotta get passed this interview
He's taking his time with these questions, I'm just glad my Uncle's got connections

[Chorus]
Shootin' my shot
I got a job
Prayin' to God that I don't flop
Man, I'm hopin' that this ain't a prank
I'm gеttin' so much money, I'm on the way to the bank

[Verse 2: Alex L]
Passеd my interview, what it do, what do I do (what do I even do)
I just got a job cause I just finished high school (well, only 10th grade)
Whoa, get to the bag, get to it fast like lightning (yuh)
First day on the job, yeah it's frightening (i'm scared)
Boss bald like Fantano, and he's wearing a flannel (not a 10)
Walkin' for three days straight (whoa)
Getting money like Faze Banks (Cash, cash, cash, how can I help you?)
Parents are proud of me, yeah (yeah)
I'm paid hourly, whoa (whoa)
Don't wanna die meekly, whoa
Gettin' money biweekly, yeah

[Chorus]
Shootin' my shot
I got a job
Prayin' to God that I don't flop
Man, I'm hopin' that this ain't a prank
I'm gettin' so much money, I'm on the way to the bank

[Verse 3: Asher DeVerna]
I am tired (sleep)
In the fear of always being fired (tough luck)
I'm putting in minimal effort in fear of looking like a try-hard (i'm cool)
Open the doors like a melody, can't find the right key and they gonna yell at me (open the door)
8 am shift, my brain is dead, and I can't comprehend any words that you're tellin' me (what?)
Free time gone, I microwave a meatball parm (yum)
Take a break, snapchat but I hit send
Gotta wait another couple hours 'till my shift ends
Gotta keep moving cause my boss is pro-motion (yuh)
Mental health is shaky like a ferry in the ocean

[Chorus]
Shootin' my shot
I got a job
Prayin' to God that I don't flop
Man, I'm hopin' that this ain't a prank
I'm gettin' so much money, I'm on the way to the bank