Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday anymore
Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash
I put out despite the fact that you're like a hawaiian punch moustache
Right under my nose thinking I'm so colonel klink oblivious
But how could I not see you got off scot-free 'cause I know this means it
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday anymore
If I want to be repeatedly shit on I'll go make dutch por
When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what's more
I'm missing you like a hijacked flight on september 11th
I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them since it
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday anymore
Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again
Ya know I wouldn't give a shit
When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again
Ya know I wouldn't give a shit
When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Ain't my job
I'm just gonna wrap it up
To **** you on your birthday
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Ain't my job
I'm just gonna wrap it up
To **** you on your birthday anymore
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Ain't my job
I'm just gonna wrap it up
To **** you on your birthday
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Ain't my job
I'm just gonna wrap it up
To **** you on your birthday anymore
I'm just gonna wrap it up
This is Bam, and hidden track shits out!
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday anymore
Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash
I put out despite the fact that you're like a hawaiian punch moustache
Right under my nose thinking I'm so colonel klink oblivious
But how could I not see you got off scot-free 'cause I know this means it
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday anymore
If I want to be repeatedly shit on I'll go make dutch por
When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what's more
I'm missing you like a hijacked flight on september 11th
I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them since it
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To **** you on your birthday anymore
Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again
Ya know I wouldn't give a shit
When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again
Ya know I wouldn't give a shit
When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Ain't my job
I'm just gonna wrap it up
To **** you on your birthday
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Ain't my job
I'm just gonna wrap it up
To **** you on your birthday anymore
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Ain't my job
I'm just gonna wrap it up
To **** you on your birthday
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Ain't my job
I'm just gonna wrap it up
To **** you on your birthday anymore
I'm just gonna wrap it up
[Four minute pause]
This is Bam, and hidden track shits out!