Lyrics:
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
in
Something to make me feel right
Something to believe in
Is that asking too much out of life
Well I quit my job
And I'm leaving today
Cause
a Black Beama'
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
Something to make me feel right
Something to believe in
Is that asking too much out of life?
Well, I quit my job and I'm leaving today
'Cause two hundred
tired of the routine, money is what I need.
I got into the job line, but there's no work for my kind,
No school tie and no degree, no chance for me.
I
through in a Rolls Royce, leave 'em with no choice
But to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist
Ruby red and vodka, it just carry a nigga
fuck up
Yeah, it's real simple
You're only as good as your last job
Hang up the horn
Button my vest
With the heater laced to my chest
Dressed with
to the top!
The only way to the top, it's a tied rope,
And if it's going too pop,
It's a big choke, no less no more, it's a blowed job.
Got my hands
Dope feign got vitiligo
Cant keep a job but she keep a high though
Spend most of her time between Newton and Monroe
Hollering at old head with bagged
ease
Does this look like good job
Should we be pleased
Keep blaming China
While you knew all along
The record's on tape
We all heard that song
You never
ease
Does this look like good job
Should we be pleased
Keep blaming China
While you knew all along
The record's on tape
We all heard that song
You never
equality
End of the day our lives are run by monopolies
Can you say Alec Alec free the US of A
You make the rules
You should obey
Out of a job
Crime gotta
It's good for you
You're moving too fast, too fast
Oooh
And all this time I had you by my side
But you drown in silence
I came to life to find you
But
gave to Ma
I know it was not easy
It was hard to be pleasing
You did a good job being Pa
I know we never really talked
We did not share our deeper
not good to feel this way
To not move on when she's had her say
It's not her job to be polite
When you're a kid who's not alright
The touch I seem
looked like leggings I rock relaxed fit
No originality left it's follow the leader
Ladies running good men off calling'em cheaters
The square bought you
fast love is growing slow
Yeah the time is rough and you need more money to get by
Marry a rich man or learn language thoroughly good
Hit a lick walk off act like nothing happened
Hoodie on mask on corona time
The job get done I get notified
Ops dead sleep good tonight
She want
He finds a good thing
So I guess I'm he
According to this ring
Baby I ain't free
According to to these vows
I ain't by myself
I wanna thank god for
didn't have to use a gun
Put the pen to the pad make sure he got the job done
Hustling was a habit so I took a stab at it
I was good with the package but I
Corporations: the law of the land
You played a good hand
But I've seen The Cardsharps, and I understand
Human nature's been a virtuous thing
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