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the families weeping
When they heard the news a normal day of work turned into a rampage

Oh my god my god where have you gone
Oh my god my god what have you

that I want everything
One day this work gon’ be the reason that my celly ring
I look down at my pen and pad I swear they tell me things
What all has

Just gotta one shot to tell you that
Before you go to another day of work
There are so many things I see in you
It's like a mirror
Painting, sketch,

shirt 
No stress round here benz parked at the curb 
Walk in fill a bag another day at work 
It a'int a thing go out of my way 
Do what I gotta make sure

untamed
Walking over these features, Ableton my runway
Fuck a Bugatti, gimme Hyundai
I don’t got a whip but maybe some day
Vanguard work together, we back

on the clock
I’m real educated from my calculations
When I make it my family says congratulations
No days off work and no vacations
It’s in the genes pass it

Listen and pray these visions getting lifted away
Before I see myself in misty abyss's drifting for days
I work two dead end jobs, get the shittiest pay

(Kash make it bang yeah)
Hey babe, uh, I just wanna let you know, uh
I'ma be a little late tonight, you know
Had a long day of work, you feel me?

drink about you
You know I drink

I got whiskey
I got wine
Beer and bourbon
Turpentine
Pour me somethin'
Somethin' new
I still want you

Wait
Long
Work

body on mine
After a long day at work
Just feels good to unwind
But where in it together
Cause together we shine
When I'm with you I feel good
I'm

object up in its perch
It is my privilege to welcome you to this church

My Maserati goes 185
And we love to work at nothing all day 
Your pants are too

Don't wanna go out tonight
I'm too tired to act alive
And I'm at work 
'Bout every single day
When you talk I fall asleep
So nobody connects with me

On winter nights
I sit and dream of summer days
We work our lives
And let the time just slip away
And I feel I'm getting restless
Just thinking my

me, ya shawty gon' choose
Can't beef with, ya pockets gon lose

All day, puttin' work in the stu
Balmains, gotta rock with the loubs 
ABM we getting

We all have our reasons
Can always keep looking away
But what choice is given
If you can’t see you'll just get on with your day
We work hard to fool

to fuck a model off of Coke
And then I’ll start recording
Yeah
That’s what you call a hit
I got twenty four hours a day
I work through all of it
When I’m

On you, on you, on you
I hate to break the news to you, all you did was use me

I missed another day at work 
Worried about us
I blame it on you
I

claimed many days by work bereavement
It's all a gimmick all these products are carcinogenic, and they know it they still poison us until we finished
So now

One more day at work, how can it be?
I think to get away (2X)
Automatic life is all I see
I want to get away (2X)
Time is running need to dare

which your score 
Why do you feel so wrong 


(We got it) 
We gotta work every night and day 
(You know what) 
We’ve got the bills and need to be paid

That glass of champagne won´t land in your hand
Like a bird in the sky
It will always fly away
If you want that sparkling life 
You gotta work hard every

walk a mile in my shoes
Persevere through the hard time's what I do
I work hard every single day it's nothing new
I'm feeling that I'm close I ain't

wealth
Im bout to take them goodies thats sexual stealth
You had a long day at work let me ease your mind
Im a clock thief tonight the way im taking time

You never thought that you’d still be around,
You never thought that your mother would see you and be proud,
You had your day to work it out.

Take away