[Verse 1: Ruben King]
I'm sick of working at Dunkin'
People just come into my store and ask about pumpkins
Whatever man, just s** it
I can not stay longer in this store doing something
This b**h came back telling me to do this sh**?
Man, I forgot to clock in one more time
I gotta make my day hearing order in the drive-through so f** it
Yo, what's up with this king?
What do you like to have in the Dunkin Donuts?
She wants a long jhon
Unfortunately we are out of jhons
Whatta else man damn she's a hot chick
I feel like my teenage life is over
I hate myself in this cage
I just feel better in a f**ing speedway
My haters were chicks were kind of co*ky
Whatever, I write my lyrics down, go hard as a Rocky
Stil my life is something still kinda foggy
Whatever, my hobby is rapping all the time
In front of my coffee
What if they hated on me?
I don't give a f** about my haters, dude
Do I gotta say I'm the worst rapper in the world
But my speedway is a best selling any other way yo yo