God's Basement
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The "why don't you have a job" conversation every creative kid knows — flipped into a boss anthem.
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Lyrics
Verse
My momma askin' me why I don't got a job,
and not why I am my own boss —
call it God's and not Mom's creation.
It's a lotta people close to heart when you're far from home,
but 'til you leave the nest, the birds stay stressin'
over all their children.
Can I get a woman? I don't know — ask my moms,
she knows me best. How embarrassing.
Damn, I need to move out of God's basement.
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