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that big ol’ blue!
Yeah yea! Woah!

Bout me too.

And are you thinkin’ bout me too girl!?
Are you thinkin’ bout me too?

Works hard and plays all day

And my brothers in the state yards 
It’s really a game out here play right on your cards
Every days another struggle
Only the smartest survive in this

and
I’ll just wake up and work on my art seven days a week
And I’ll have financial freedom and shit will be easy
If that’s the case man you can wake me up

end
You cannot be popping
You are ugly buddy
You got no money
Fuck all this talking
Hell no
No way
Death cuz
I work
I pray
Every single day
To make my

trip in March
She lied and took off work for me
Those 20 days gave all the time I wasted so much purpose
What hides behind her soul
Might be the only

Sometimes I feel low
When I can't sell HRO
But today feels like my day
I think work is fun
I'm selling HRO
(Quote unquote)
Because natural growth
They started

the clock we don't stop
We gon' make it to the top, yeah
We gon' make it
Ever since the first day I've been patient
Waiting for the day that all my hard work

no dey
Yawa dey matter dey Yawa dey
Summer days we dey wedge better days
Money wey we dey search harder days we dey work everyday only bed holidays

nerve
I know, but the pain reminds me that it still works

Were the good old days really any good
Nostalgia-tinted glasses tell me stories that never

doing shit for me
I work hard one deep
All day all night and never no sleep
Only help that I got is God
All my family turning fraud
Only thing I got left

a stand
Tell em that I am your man
Baby it’s no good to linger on
Girl, let me love you for long

Too much work, no time to play
Days get longer every day

or burn it, cause I won't wait

The flow of time can crush you but your work will be rewarded
A day or two apart will get you right back where you started

a classroom, day consumed 
With work drama and the problem with a day in a zoo
Is you’re exhausted, I’m prolyl understating the truth
I’m in the booth when you

dream, and the surfers are back
Strange love, shining on me

But I won't tell anybody; I won't even invite myself
The days roll 'round, I see order

back in the day 
Dad he worked 2 jobs just to get paid 
Mummy had way too much on her plate 
Now I gotta bring that food on plane
Work flights all night

on for us just the same
We soldier on and hope that things work out for you
One day maybe you will look back and wonder
Was all the heart-ache you caused

Day after day
I would work and no play
Just on auto pilot
Ian know bout this life
Day after day
I would pray and I pray
That the Lord will
Come

a checkpoint, disregard my rear views
I remember we would spend our days
At game works, the beach, swimming in the waves
Gatherings, celebrating holidays
With

to say

this is my last fucking day

stop stop stop, just stop.
'cause here's what pisses me off
I work in an office four days a week
and some people have

She said her ass real, baby, say it ain't so
Gettin' paid, on my fuckin' day off
Hard work, no play, baby, we don't take off
These days, I ain't gotta

refinement
Where they work
Surveillance datalink orange
Networking day stuff
Rebellion against founders
Audio jailbreak the universe
Energy networking yellow

I worked overtime at my job,
Writing all my lines in the hour of my lunch break,
Dreaming bout a time when I'm gunna make it one day,

Going into work

out tonight, they ready for the dodgers
Me and day back to work, we aiming for a scholar, uh
Keep it on my mind, mind, my mind
Two four, climbing up too

The day comes a'dawning
and every morning
an artist must start his day right

The work I'm creating
is genius in waiting
but I can't start without