OUTKAST WHAT A JOB IS[SCREWED] Lyrics

[Andre 3000]
We work nights, we some vampires
n____s gather round the beat like a campfire
Singin' folk songs, but not no k__baya my Lord
You download it for free, we get charged back for it
I know you're saying, they won't know they won't miss it
Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit
So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob
And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you
Hell no! Yeah, exactamundo
But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo
And Candy Bentley f____ with no panties in Miami
And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys
See we do it for that boi that graduated
That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it
And that he wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for your CD number 9
And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin' talkinbout
That they used to get high to me in high school
And they used to make love to me in college
Then they told me 'bout they first date, listenin' to my tunes
And how he, like to finger nail polish
I say hate to cut you off but I gotta go
I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight
Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not
Devin it's the Dude you gon' probably hear him talking 'bout

[chorus]

Rollin' up another swisha listenin' to the beat again
Drankin' but we concentratin' smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewindin' trying to make some hot s___
Oh what a job this is

Another all nighter tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that you on some other s___
Oh what a job this is