Lyrics:
a life sentence for our decay
You can join the living dead and work all fucking day
Break your back and see your hope slip away
Manufactured
Than it ever has been.
And what used to be sure
Up and walked out the door.
And the old ways I knew
Just don't work anymore.
Some days I'm a bird
(yeah, git) put in work nigga each day
And it's over night i don't sleep late
I'm in the alley with the free base
For the niggas tryna get they weed laced
you look at your curves all day
Reactions to my work is changing
With syllables and rearranging
Keep your soul, don’t sell it no
Or you will surely see
dey chop body
Do the junky work
Just to make money
One day e ge be oh
Your time go come oh
Be positive in everything
Believe you'll make it
One day we
could've, would've,
I be focused on the younger days,
If we're to gain then the change is good,
So if we ever work hard enough then maybe one day we'll
the true G-d of the Bible
The god they serve and the only true G-d are not the same
G-d commands us for 6 days to do all our work
But the 7th day is
People beg to have me work with them on profitable ventures.
I receive what I need to thrive in life because I ask for it.
Being myself is the only thing
and sorrows
But I wit til tomorrow
This is my taking-care day
I work myself busy
To many times you know, to many times
Sometimes the rest is, all that you need
Studying the lines in your face
Think I'd like to see them grow deep
The work is hard the days are long
Sold the drum set for a song
Found a place to dance
honing my skills every day and night
Stayed up all night perfecting the craft until the day light
Then I'd be heading to work on the bus writing a verse
you cry
all nightWednesday early we fall into work all caught
up in the day by dayThursday morning is not Thursday
morning till Alanis says: "How's your
to be a redneck
It's alright to be a redneck
It's alright to work hard in the sun all day
Drink a couple beers after balin' hay
It's good to be
Every goddamn day yeah, and I work hard too
You know, I ain't just pop up out of nowhere
Been doing this shit ha ha hah
T-G-O-D Boiii yeah
(Matter of fact
fold with they heart (heart), like the flowers they are (are)
At the first day, bloom (bloom), work to keep it in tune (tune)
It's a full-time saga
the slave
And yet you will understand
That underneath it all
You're a maid, and I am only a man
I would work and slave the whole day through
If I could
But she's my full-time lover now
Well, I work the graveyard shift
Seven days a week
I'm so downhearted
I can't hardly even speak
I'll tell you
Have you ever seen a headstone with these words
"If only I had spent more time at work"
There's a call one day from the office
They need you down in
addicted to you that day
Even though you went MIA
I made a note to make you mine one day
Make you mine one day
Girl we gotta work out the playlist
Tryna
here now
It's my wednesday
It's my freedom
My indipendence day
Oh we work work work
Until our backs hurt hurt
Till our dreams
Slip behind
And we claim
the earth just for the sun denies itself)
I'll be lovin' you forever
(Until dear mother nature says her work is through)
Always
(Until the day that you
you still give me head if I had day shifts?
I work when I want
I do what I want
She get what she want
I call her my wishy one
Wash it off when you
kay
I give her work like Labor Day
I take her to her favorite place
I wanna dedicate ya on every station
I will never play ya no hesitation
I’m very
I'm switchin roles praise God that I can
Broke life but blessings are on their way
Stress myself extra but know I make a way
Put my head down and work
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