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I got a job at Walmart
All I ever do is push carts
Whenever I tell other people what I do
They always say it doesn't sound too hard
Sometimes I stay til 10 o'clock
Just to get the bay filled on the clock
Hating the people that leave them in the middle of the parking lot
If work's an addiction
Yo call me a druggie
The other employee's
Think that I'm nothing
They do half the work
And make twice the money
Then at night they take
Like two rows of my buggies
But that's fine
I don't care
A couple of racks
Are out in the back
I put them there
So we can stay on track
Even had time to write this rap
And I think it slaps
But if you see me taking my time
Don't go inside
And tell the managers
That's an attack
That's an attack
I don't ever slack
I'm just really tired and earlier my back... really bad
If you think the carts are stuck together
Lets put in a little bit of effort
To get them apart
Imma work smart
And I work hard
But don't blame me whenever I mess up your car
If right by the entrance is where you're parked
It is in my way
It is in my way
Everybody speed through the lot
Like you would've thought
It was a highway
It was a highway
And don't think I'm wanting your cart
If I gotta line
I'm pushing inside
And you gotta big stupid smile
Like here ya want th
Have a nice day
Nice day
Whenever I work
I'm trying my best
Y'all see me
In a bright yellow vest
Take my break
I don't like to rest
Parking lot's filled
Imma get stressed