Lyrics:
a livin'
Just to send it on down the line
Hello Pittsburgh steel mill workers, let me thank you for your time
You work a forty hour week for a livin
a livin' just to send it on down the line
Hello Pittsburgh steel mill workers, let me thank you for your time
You work a forty hour week for a livin
a livin'
Just to send it on down the line
Hello Pittsburgh steel mill workers, let me thank you for your time
You work a forty hour week for a livin
it's a fucking shame
We're all just tools for financial gain
It's a forty hour fuck over, Gotta try to scrimp and save
It's a forty hour fuck over,
from forty hours a week to eighty
Ain't nobody gon' pay me but myself
Sacrifice my time and my health for wealth
I missed her birthday, miss our
Campbell's soup before I had sushi
Viker shoe before I had the Gucci
40 deuce for the karate movie
Out of sync mouth movin' movie
Sent to the store for
From Monday till Friday, you'll find me
Grindin' putting in a 40 hour week
I wake up before the sun's up
Hop into my truck, And head out to my 9 to 5
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
figure out the world, by the time you're 23
Now you're a certified adult that's working 40 hour weeks
So many bills, why does it cost so much to breathe?
this how we end the week
(End the week)
Nothing new this how we end the week
(End week)
Just another end to the forty hour week
Underlying stress can be
stock went up though (ha)
He said now he want twenty thousand to get him gone (hahaha)
I said, "Last week, you shot a nigga over an emoji" (he did)
is growing by the moment
If there's a computer in your house, I'm on it
Livin' life and loving everything
Welcome to my fairy tale dream
Living my
Monday to Sunday you week/
Forty deep how we creep uh
We come form the street
When see that jeep you aint saved by the bell
Thats when the tires screech
That makes, like, little over two pennies a week
Wow, that's really good for a slave back then
Y'know, if they just saved up for like forty years they
was prayin' I ain't catch a shell (check)
Ooh, we was starvin' for a thousand nights
Livin' like we tryna die tonight
Glock .40 sound like dynamite
hoes and gittin' paid
I'm lookin' for that
Hi life (hi life)
We livin' that hi life (Hey)
Hi life, hi life (Hi life)
We livin' that hi life
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
money, let the hoes keep throwin'
I once met a tender, she did it for free
On the Foothill bust number forty-three
All the way on the back she was
without you
'Cause when the minutes seem like hours and the hours seem like days
Then a week goes by you know it takes my breath away
All the minutes in
money, let the hoes keep throwin'
I once met a tender, she did it for free
On the Foothill bus number forty-three
All the way on the back she was
money, let the hoes keep throwin'
I once met a tender, she did it for free
On the Foothill bus number forty-three
All the way on the back she was
And you get up in the morning
Go to your challenging, white-collar
College-graduate job
And you work hard for eight or ten hours
And at the end of the day
my side
The money don't make it right
The warmth leaves slow
This gold and this silver, don't heal your heart
40 hour week, don't respect me at all
I
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
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