Letra de Dream Job - Yard Act

(Shut up)

We get down to the sound of a singular mind

And we like criminals when criminals are treatin' us kind

For the subliminal freaks with their invisible style who can't smile

Boy, you're on trial

I place a bet on a game knowing no one will score

And break a sweat watching the greats dragging their feet on the floor

Is it ambitiously weak to be proficiently poor

And still smile when on trial?

But still—

It's ace

Top

Mint

Boss (That's boss)

Class

Sweet

Deece

Not bad

So lay waste to your superiors to lighten the mood

Or kowtow to your inferiors for fear you'll look rude

If you don't, are your interiors as perfectly skewed as mine are?

Maybe I'll show you sometime

But oh my God, it's ace

Just look at my face

Top, I'm on top of the world

Mint? Of course it is, boss

Why can't we travel in business class?

Pass the pop, because life is sweet

So neat, it can't be beat, it's deece

That means decent, not bad

It's alright, yeah

Welcome to the future

The paranoia suits ya

And step into my office

All night long

It's ace, it's class

Top, let's move

Welcome to the future

The paranoia suits ya

(Mint) God knows what you're talking about

(Boss) But your eyes never lie when you look at me like that

Step into my office

All night long

(Class) Let me show you

(Sweet) How we do things

(Deece) Welcome to your dream job

(Not bad) I'm never gonna give it up

(Ace) God knows what you're talking about (Dream job)

(Top) God knows what you're talking about (All night long)

(Mint) Step into my office

(Boss) All night long

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