Lyrics:
don't feel like they be workin
I know I gotta purpose
Heart cold so I don't feel Nothin
When I'm by lonely I be workin
Baby I know it's Hurtin
Cause what
Ayo, what's up E man?
Yo coolin' PMD
True true man, I just been lampin' man
So what you been up to lately, man?
Just been loungin' man, you know
Ayo, what's up E man?
Yo coolin' PMD
True true man, I just been lampin' man
So what you been up to lately, man?
Just been loungin' man, you know
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a working man dang near all of my life
I'll keep on workin' long as my two
job, cause now you're on the nightshift
I got you workin on the nightshift
I got you workin on the nightshift
Check it out, I go by the name
hand in mine, and never let it go
'Cause I'm workin' overtime, just for tomorrow
When you'll be by my side
Won't have to say good-bye
So if you're
have to answer
To any man
And worries has enough
And you can tell by lookin'
This country boy's
Just a happy son of a gun.
He's just a hard
the chivalry
She roll them paper planes
She said she tryna see the cockpit
Turning on my music got the coochie like a faucet
Getting paid for preacher man that’s
squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man
But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, sleet,
quick, man, hand me a branch
We're drowning in tribalism, nihilism, violence, and cataclysms
Organism, egotism, sirens, and aneurysms
Keep workin', keep
I’m not doin’ this shit for nothin’
Workin’ Graveyard shift from 9 to 3
Real bitches get up and grind
Make they own dough
And stay lowkey
Ain’t
I dedicate this song to the workin' man
For every man that puts in eight or ten hard hours a day
Of work and toil and sweat
Always got somebody
drinks with his buddies but he prays when he should
And there ain't nothing better than
Being loved by a workin' man
He don't write love letters but he
I dedicate this song to the workin' man
For ever' mabn that puts in a hard
Eight or ten hours a day of work and toil and sweat
Always got somebody
from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model for real
Well you know me by the Juice man hangin' out with Big Triece
Standin' on the porch, drinkin'
from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model for real
Well you know me by the Juice man hangin' out with Big Triece
Standin' on the porch, drinkin'
I’m a workin’ progress
I guess I’ve got no shame
Honesty is everything
You give just what you take
A man’s word is all he’s got
That’s what my daddy
(Chorus)
That's the sound of a madman workin' on the chain
Chain gang
That's the sound of a madman workin' on the chain
Chain gang
(L-Burna)
', (Working)
Workin', (Working)
So I be good by twenty two
You know I'm going to get it, boy don't tell me what to do
And I'm not saying' it twice, know what you
Poppa was a workin man
Hustled tryna get that dough
Overtime till no more time
Riverside, Buffalo
Poppa was a workin man
Hustled tryna get that dough
Getting to the paper always been in my nature
Smell of money in the air is how a nigga wake up
Workin for another man’s not my type of labor
I ain't
I'm all about the Benjamins
Stay grindin', I'm workin' on my excellence
Night Crawled through the storm, sum' like the X-Man
NES finna blow, like I'm
(Chorus)
That's the sound of a madman workin' on the chain
Chain gang
That's the sound of a madman workin' on the chain
Chain gang
(L-Burna)
by the bag, man
Gettin' money while you fast asleep
Steady workin' all night while you count sheep
You pray before bed, I sow what I reap
I like to be
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