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that work so hard all day need someone soft to hold
She takes the perfume off the shelf and lets her hair hang low
When I hit the door she's there
in paradise?
Or, was I living a nightmare?
Cannot say, anymore
I wake to find another day
Off to work, and through the busy streets again
Waste no
the sword, with the word.
Dying' of thirst. Time of birth.
Time of death: 2020. Time of life.
How much time do we got left?
Day is short. Work's a lot left.
work out
Put my life on the line for so long
I'm hoping that one of these days I don't burn out
My homie was making the beats
I was stuck in the streets
the work in
I pray one day I'm up on a stage
And I have my people chanting
I have my people yurning
Baby I got you squirming
Success will come one day
But
driver
And what do I know
And what do I know
And I wonder what they do all day
At their respective works
I suppose they give money and take money
time for grass snakes
24 hours a day my brain works
but not in the way that they work pain turned my pages into paint works
Its funny the way that fate
of honest days
Hard work cut from your dismay
Soft shoe tap to Danny Kaye
1, 2, 3, you made my day
It's a chore
Fall down
Sigh now
Gin spiked tonic with room
come back home?
Come home Grace, come home
Oh Grace, won't you come back home?
On that fateful day at work
When her comrade lost an arm
Grace
Works a 12 hour day from sun up til sun down
He's doing what he can to make the wheels go round
In a shed down the track he knows how to bend his
that much too it yuh do I gotta explain
First time in work I was straight up a chef
Getting paid for cookin' up ZA it's okay
I take a shot in a cab spit
it like i'm scotty
Now your trap in a box no fucking roddy
Not dating no bitch if she dancing in a pole
Work hard every single fucking day
Thanks
advice what your wife would do
See you soon on your b-day I got work to do
You got jealous of my work ‘cause my beat brand new
I will take you and I hit
myself to blame
I work so hard every single day
Am fucking tired of all these comparisms
Why do I have to be something I'll never be
Or maybe I'll never be
Been in the dungeon from day, doing the work, working on being a great
You only talk to complain, When I open my mouth I got something to say
I could
a blood
All these blue faces like cuz
She put in work for a nigga
Only day ones in my circle we geeked up like Urkel I ride out in Hurst for my nigga
We
making straight A's
Work two shifts the same day
And I'll work the same way
Until I'm a mainstay
But even then I'm working cause
I gotta maintain, I'm
to to
Take a break
But if I do
Beat my ass like slave
I gotta get to work
I'll have fun later
This life shit hard
Call it now and later
Work work work
Wtf is
Still work it off
Through the day time
Better feeling
Getting right back
Devil throw a jab
You better fight back
Plenty dawgs
Gonna bite
sum to prove
Hangin' on to things that passed
That's something we never do
Do you even want this work
Proud of myself, each day you know I get a little
and we like it that way
All day long we work in the fields
Then bring it on home to a home cooked meal
We love ya like Sunday, treat ya like Saturday
the first
Yeah I got a plan if I
Ain't working it won't work
Break a 30 with my man
Watch his name got percs
Round my way in a van
Couple straps stay alert
P
She's up before the crack of dawn
Doesn't rest til the day is done
Works like crazy just to make her rent
Livin' on prayers and caffeine
People say
Had a job i was right
Move beans all day
Had to work all night
Imma count this money
I dont get tired
Smoke a l and I regress
In my mind not the flesh
I
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