Got Work
Talib Kweli, Reflection Eternal
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I love you, baby (yeah, yeah) I'll treat you right (yeah, yeah) I love you, baby (yeah, yeah) I'll treat you right (yeah, yeah) I got work for you (Give it to me, girl) I got work for you (Give it, huh) I got work for you (Give it to me, girl) I got work for you Ignore the amateurs You're rolling with the glamorous See all the clamor for the lights and the cameras? They get scared when the glances turn amorous Exposed to the heat, they go yellow like an amethyst Used to be purple like the cannabis from welts and the bruises Used to scream "help"; it was useless Escaped into the night with her life intact A betrayal she described as a knife in the back Stone-cold killer--you'd probably shudder At the amount of blood flowing through the Hollywood gutter All because of the appetite for dreams that will eat you up inside She on your mind, probably keep you up at night Fifteen minutes--that's all she really need Director yell "cut" and we see how you really bleed Stay in the game, stay in the frame, say her name: Fame, Fame [Chorus] I love you, baby (Skip the foreplay) I'll treat you right (That's what they all say) I love you, baby (Skip the foreplay) I'll treat you right (yeah) I got work for you (Give it to me, girl) I got work for you (Give it, huh) I got work for you (Give it to me, girl) I got work for you She's so fleeting, she's so deceiving, she's so misleading She cut 'em open and bleeding; she got 'em overeating She's so hot, soda pop; she's overheating Her gun--American; her favorite rum--Puerto Rican She's like a monkey on your back 'till you start to crack She'll make you famous like the stars of "Strapped" The heart of the fact, to swallow that, she got a target on your back Follow you until you drown in the sea of your sorrow You overdose, she got you over, she got the potion It's not a joke how she got 'em hoping--they should've tried the coke (?) And everything designer from the kind of drugs she do To the attitude when she get tired of loving you I hear them swear they don't need her and throw dirt on her name I'm out for the fortune; f*ck Fame I hear them swear they don't need her and throw dirt on her name I'm out for the fortune; f*ck Fame [Chorus] The mother cried the butterfly was a caterpillar Before he fell in love with Fame 'cause he had to feel her The model--hot; she swallowed shots, straight Tequila The bottles pop; she love you, but can't wait to kill you She lurking in the bushes--she the paparazzi Her sex drive--way faster than a Maserati Every relationship is work; this is not a hobby She make you famous like Beyonce; then she got your body How she grimy like a project lobby But still snooty, pack Louis Vuitton and act bourgey She like a ghost 'cause I shudder when she pass through me She yell "cut" and you stop acting; it's your last movie She got you in the gym, she got you in the spa Staring at the man in the mirror wondering who you are You're a superstar till she pass on you Take a picture; it will last longer (word) [Chorus] I love you, baby I love you, baby I'll treat you right I got work for you I got work for you I got work for you I got work for you
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Written by: TALIB KWELI, TONY COTTRELL
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