Lyrics:
a man but felt a little bit alone
Looked after her brother as if he was her own
Plus her parents said that she need a job
40 hours a week at least would
(Church, Church, Church, Church)
Just tryin' to make a dollar
They ain't never seen no redneck
Rapper reppin' for low class
Forty hour weeks, bills paid
careful
If they don't get a lead within the first 48 hours
First 48
Yeah
First 48
Bitch
First 48
Ooh
First 48
I ain't hushed to cop new ice
Come back in
walk back to the master suite
I see my new friend dance for me
Took me to the shower, within the hour
We rocked the house for 3 terms, they went back
walk back to the master suite
I see my new friend dance for me
Took me to the shower, within the hour
We rocked the house for 3 terms, they went back
the team
You sat at home for days
Nah you sat alone and for weeks
Sitting by the phone
Waiting for the chance we could speak
Waiting for the door to open
Old freight train, keeps rolling by
Every thirty seconds behind the bar we're playing tonight
It's rattling the walls
The air raid siren keeps going
Too many sheep too many cattle
My joints all ache and my old bones rattle
Forty five years livin' in the saddle
Drovin' all over this land
Over
couldn't really make no pay
I knew a dude that worked at the super market
Makin minimum wage, livin poor and starvin
He stopped by my house and told me he
let's pardy on the front
My niggas was tellin me nah but I was like yes yall
Forget that, an hour later heard a rvial kid call black
From a passer by
Yo, I got the missions on runs
To visit the slumps
Forties a whole roll of weed
Small whole day loans
The black long roadsides to the
Clips of my
out like the pharoah’s servants:
To eat, they sold their land and cattle for cheap,
Then they gave their bodies up to the 40 hour week
In the city,
god ill work to die
Hot as hell beside this boiler swear to god I'm about to fry
c 9 to 5 aint me i been busting 14s cause a 40 hour week isn't buying
what it takes
Through all the rumours and fakes, and break downs
For havin' unstoppable force you couldn't break down,
And calm down
I hear my
children
My music buy diapers, I feel it, you feel it
My glass half full
Plus I pour some Scotch up in it
Feeling like the man of the hour
‘cause I spent
handcuffs
Won't stop even when you tellin me it's enough
Can't drop till I'm feelin that I'm killin ya stuff
want to be the one you livin' for and givin' ya
and you're hatin' it, you wanna leave
The crowd your with, lead your own life
But I know you're scared of it
In a week there's 7 days 168 hours
me God # 7
I like birds cause I'm a hawk
Try to clown me hoe and I'ma walk
Rockin ya party is my favorite part
Did it for an hour and I didn't
And now they want to sue me for breaking their lease
[Chorus]
That's my Arizona Stand! Livin' life without a plan!
I'd like to send a loud shout
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