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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yasin A. Kashubeck
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Lyrics
I have no cash
I get yelled at by your moms and dads
It ain't my fault that this shit's misplaced, what the fuck
That ain't the price do you not understand
Why the fuck you talking to me like that, bitch I ain't corporate
I don't know if something is in stock so just order it
Why the fuck are the three year olds running rampant
Show some respect, can you please watch over your kids
I'm underage, why you asking me about cigarettes
Pooping on the clock because my boss makes seven figure checks
I ain't even old enough to drink liquor yet
Why this old ass guy asking for suggestions
Oh my fucking god, I'm feeling like I'm going crazy
Cause the radio won't play anything but Mariah Carey
I'm scheduled all of Black Friday, shit sucks
I might quit, self checkout is boring as fuck
These bitches scheduled me outside of my availability
I might just quit this job fucking sucks
(Come on)
Uh, yeah
Roll it back come on
Uh, yeah
Roll it back, roll it
Uh, roll it back
Roll it back, uh
Uh, uh
Rollback
Kids don't work at Walmart, this job fucking sucks
Writer(s): Yasin Kashubeck
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