WORK (feat. Bajo Fello)

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Kandi Bard

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Let me tell you something
Why hello there
Pack a pack of paper
Testing me like the professor
Mary wanna smoke, some ganja
So she gave me paper
I can do just fine, working General Labor
But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors
Pack a pack of paper
Testing me like the professor
Mary wanna smoke, some ganja
So she gave me paper
I can do just fine, working General Labor
But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors
I've been doing my work
Blisters covered up in dirt, yeah
I've been doing my work
Blood is running down my shirt, yeah
I've been doing my work
Blisters covered up in dirt, yeah
I've been doing my work
Blood is running down my shirt, yeah
My verses are versions of vision converted
To rhythm and flow just to relearn the purpose
Expressing myself just to impress an audience
A round of applause to the facade from the aisle
I learn what you earn can be burned in the furnace
It's who you are, not the card, not the purchase
If honesty was currency, then I'd be wealthy now
Spiritually I'm rich, but now I'm by myself
Pack a pack of paper
Testing me like the professor
Mary wanna smoke, some ganja
So she gave me paper
I can do just fine, working General Labor
But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors
Pack a pack of paper
Testing me like the professor
Mary wanna smoke, some ganja
So she gave me paper
I can do just fine, working General Labor
But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors
I've been doing my work
Blisters covered up in dirt, yeah
I've been doing my work
Blood is running down my shirt, yeah
I've been doing my work
Blisters covered up in dirt, yeah
I've been doing my work
Blood is running down my shirt, yeah
I know what I am, how I move, how I'm walking
It's still make me laugh when I see someone copy
I'm limping cause I'm hurting, not afraid to put the work in
Learning from a failure is the only thing that's certain
I might just go out, catch a rom-com with your mom
Tell her she's the bomb, putting lotion on my palm
Rub it on my arm and she said my arms are soft
So we snuck into the car, then I dropped her off
Pack a pack of paper
Testing me like the professor
Mary wanna smoke, some ganja
So she gave me paper
I can do just fine, working General Labor
But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors
Pack a pack of paper
Testing me like the professor
Mary wanna smoke, some ganja
So she gave me paper
I can do just fine, working General Labor
But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors
Yeah
I've been doing my work
Blisters covered up in dirt
Blood is rolling down my shirt
Sweat is coming off my brow
But the payoff is berserk, Yeah
I got the guts just to work through the pain
It's a bad omen there's blood in the rain
Red on the pavement, that's gonna leave a stain
No pain, no gain
Replay's in my brain
Masochist thoughts, but my flow is sadistic
I work too hard just to f*ck with you bitches
Stacking my paper, my money get lifted
Money come easy because I am gifted
Eugh
We the duo
Kandi Bard and Bajo Fello
We ain't fucking with no fake hoes
See the beat, we finna break those
And we do this everyday ho
Yo, Bajo
What's that fly shit that you said, bro
Pack a pack of paper
Testing me like the professor
Mary wanna smoke, some ganja
So she gave me paper
I can do just fine, working General Labor
But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors
Pack a pack of paper
Testing me like the professor
Mary wanna smoke, some ganja
So she gave me paper
I can do just fine, working General Labor
But this bread and dough be coming in so many flavors
I've been doing my work,
Blisters covered up in dirt, yeah
I've been doing my work,
Blood is running down my shirt, yeah
I've been doing my work,
Blisters covered up in dirt, yeah
I've been doing my work,
Blood is running down my shirt, yeah

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