Working Class Boyfriend

Song: Working Class Boyfriend

Album: Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Boyfriend

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 21, 2012

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/working-class-boyfriend-2

Would you say it’s appealin’ if it’s tryin’

Would you call it your style if I can buy it

You say you hate your job, but you’re movin’ on up

But baby, who’s mountain are ya climbin’

Would you say it’s appealin’ if it’s tryin’

Would you call it your style if I can buy it

You say you hate your job, but you’re movin’ on up

But baby, who’s mountain are ya climbin’

Would you say it’s appealin’ if it’s tryin’

Would you call it your style if I can buy it

You say you hate your job, but you’re movin’ on up

But baby, who’s mountain are ya climbin’

Y’see the difference is all too apparent

You date scarecrows in high-end apparel

While I got that thrift shop rock, with my Puma tongues up

Rollin’ through with a crew of Kumars and Harolds

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Chorus

I hope ya understand you’re dealin’ with the real thing

I ain’t that waste’a breath and time you let go last week

I hope ya understand you’re dealin’ with the real thing

I ain’t that waste’a time that you let go last week

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Wassup love, see you in a bit- I’m first cut

Served my last desert and I’ma hand this apron up

Pimped out? Na, I’m tipped out

Sun up, sunset- not a minute to sit down

This new GM’s got the crew heated

And errbody’s talkin’ ‘bout pullin’ no-call-no-show

But no right to barter with no union

And ain’t nobody tryin’ to go the holidays with no dough

So it’s on lock and the temper’s in check,

The break room table’s bucklin’ from gossip

All-in-all the complainin’ ain’t healthy

That’s why I hang with a gal like you to tell me

An option ain’t authority

And the day that it is, homie it’s a priority

I’d love to text more, but we just got a twenty-top

And it’s back to the restaurant

If the job don’t kill you

Don’t tell me you gonna give the boss an earful

If you ain’t the one to say somethin’ or fight back

Then that’s why they talking to yo ass like that

Don’t let’em waste your time

Hell, I ain’t plannin’ past 35

Gotta bring home the legacy before the salary

Livin’ like tomorrow was never meant to be

Chorus

Hey there babe, looks like I’m stayin’ late

First cut just got hit with a banquet

And as much as I hate it

I’m past take it don’t say shit

Between walk-ins and reservations

The lounge is still runnin’ on a 30-minute wait list

Boss said I’d be off around 8-ish

I’m sorry ‘bout your birthday, baby I can’t make it

But wait- I got an idea

There’s a gas tank in the storage room in the reat

Turn the knob to the left and let carbon leak

Drop a birthday candle in the kitchen grease

First started. Couldn’t smile any harder

Pay your tab, or get dearly departed

… na, I’m serious

Check the news, they haven’t called it arson yet

Get yours in due time

Can’t compromise the grand design

Saved up the skrill to walk off the job

Light my apron on fire and tell y’all to fuck off

Generation right now

So much to sing, let alone write down

Love, I’ll be there in two shakes

Once I finish countin’ all this cash from the manager’s safe

Chorus