Job Season Lyrics | Datin

Job Season LyricsReportin' live from my mother's house
Matter of fact it's just an apartment
Small bedroom where my mattress sits on the carpet
TV on a milk crate unsturdy and wobbly
Garbage bags full of clothes
At least I got a door for privacy
Because I don't want my mom to see
Me in this condition because I know
It would hurt her watchin' her son sob and grieve
I worked so hard to get myself up out of poverty
That's why I'm wonderin' how I end up right where I started B (dag)
I'm thinking maybe the proof
Was the break-up me and me lady get through
Man I left that girl with everything then my job gave me the boot
Because I moved to far away to make the daily commute
It's sad
Some of you may ask
But Datin you famous now
People know what your name is
How did you get here that's crazy fowl
We watched you two become one like Anthony Davis' brow
We liked the pictures of you, your wife and your latest chow
(unclear) skits really made us smile
Why would you break up
You were examples that made us proud
Well my reply is I beg that woman to stay around
I did everything I could to except chain her down
See when you serve the Lord and do what you're supposed to do
Satan looks for a chink in your armor or an open wound
So he can take the tip of his pitch fork and poke it through
But if you're silent he'll aim for the people that you're closest to
[Chorus]
I done lost everything what remains is a broken heart (yeah)
I'm exhausted and drained it's a (unclear) on this road is hard yeah
In the storm there is pains, door slams to my open heart yeah
Job season
Job season yeah
Again he's in my ear and he's tryin' to resurrect the old me and
Sayin' if God's good then why you in this Job season
You're friend's been watchin your wife and they phones seep in
Postin pictures with some new dude
Yo' your girl cheatin'
You should hit the road pull up and leave his nose bleedin
Cause you lookin soft, if you don't she wins
What about the sucka ? on the low beepin'
Conspiring against you, he hate you for no reason
He hit up your wife and he wrote her a whole DM
Message telling her we should connect and expose Datin
Put it up on YouTube, we'll let the Globe see him
As the one at fault, a phony, and broke even
He deserves to die, why don't you and your bros beat him
Til there's no breathin' leave him with his dome leakin
Forget what God would think, He left you in the cold freezin'
I call on Jesus name and start rebukin' those demons
Tempting me to take revenge, and beef with my enemies
They say that revenge is sweet but no
That will not put an end to these painful emotions
Plus I cannot let resentment reach my heart
Because the one that loses in the end is me
As far as my marriage, I must accept, and repent
Cause we were never meant to be
I was a Christian in my infancy
And had a tendency to take what I was never meant to keep
When we sow disobedience, these consequences men will reap
Not even gonna lie it's kind of abrupt and all at once
I feel like I'm being violently crushed
But though that I'm being slayed I know that I am gonna trust
My God, cause I know this will pass I just need time to adjust
And it's Job Season
[Chorus]
I done lost everything what remains is a broken heart (yeah)
I'm exhausted and drained it's a (unclear) on this road is hard yeah
In the storm there is pains, door slams to my open heart yeah
Job season
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