I Get the job done

[Verse 1]
Chilling in Lab number 8, happy to create
We scavenge through crates for tracks to mutilate
Hack a tune, tap a beat that we duplicate
Play some keys boost the bass, add a groovy break
Have a cool debate, kick back communicate
Grab the pen and pad ‘til sick raps exuberate
Accumulate stack and numerate tracks
Quality over quantity that you can play back
Fans be fiending for music asap
We be fiending to play wherever you be based at
Psyched up
To see you motherfuckaz' hyped up
Yo Mika, turn this Mic up!
Cause we been trapped in the lab, getting no sun
Banging on pads ‘til fingers go numb, been rapping on tracks And bit my own tongue
But don't worry son. (I get the job done)

[Hook 1 (x2)]
If the rain is pouring (I get the job done)
If I'm drunk and falling (I get the job done)
Til the early morning (I get the job done)
We gon' keep on touring, stage keeps calling

[Verse 2]
Stuffing Tees in a case, we leaving for three days
We'll eat junk, get drunk, speed on the freeways
Sleep, change positions on our seats when our feet ache, scream
"Wait! I need to take a leak for
Pete's sake"
We keep driving, driving
Life is just a waste, we arrive to venues late and set up like we In a race
Uh, I check the mic, then I exit the stage
I am in a strange state, I'm like a lion in a cage
Sipping liquor in the quiet and calm
Puffing cigarettes until it's time to perform
Until they, shut the lights and it's on, and if the live is the bomb, We'll probably party until five in the morn'

[Hook 1 (x2)]
If the rain is pouring (I get the job done)
If I'm drunk and falling (I get the job done)
Til the early morning (I get the job done)
We gon' keep on touring, stage keeps calling

You can fail at what you don't want, so you might as well take a chance on doing what you love

[Verse 3]
Bonjour
Who thought that we would be from tours?
Where becoming an M-C was seemingly unsure
I was a punk y'all, dreaming was done for
I never thought we would be on tour
Performing for people that want more, screaming out encore, Fiending to fuck, beating off freaks at my front door
It's fucking wild
But I love it every day
We made our mothers proud just by having fun and getting Paid
My homie Jean told me "love what you do"
And I know he's right
You can't become a rapper over night
Flow and write
Go to open mics
Learn to control the fright and don't let no one out there own Your life

[Hook 2]
One day you might
Hop in a van, travel all day, dash through traffic
Get trapped in parkways
Get to play, meet fans and parle
And chill at the bar for the afterparty

We wanna hop on a plane, dash a long way
Sit above the clouds, and travel all day
We can't wait to play, meet fans and parle
We hope half of y'all stay for the after party

[Outro]
Hop on a plane...
Sit above the clouds...
Hop on a plane...
Sit above the clouds...
Hop on a plane...
Sit above the clouds...
Hop on a plane...
Sit above the clouds...
Hop on a plane...
Sit above the clouds...