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A hammer and a nail
And you just gotta like it
Someone come and pull me out
I never lived a full year
But you ain't the kind that
Will
But it feels like the sun when I wait
You're too tired for the work to come with the darkness
Sick of the me I made
And the doubt I'm always in
Working 9-5s ain't my business
Need this music to work out like it's fitness
They say to quit snoozing, but I never listen
Showcasing my gift, cuz
LIFE I'D WEAR MY HAT OUT IN THE BARN AND TAKE IT OFF IN CHURCH AND TRUST MY GOD TO BE THE ONE TO CALL THE PLAYS AND COUNT MY BLESSINGS EVERY DAY LIKE
and volumes f*** the ice
Man's work shouldn't be based materially
but by the food he provides his children to eat
Listen to me if that don't cut it f*** it
I'll
the meaning among the tainted disorder
The white coats say a delusional creation from an unsound mind
Damaged by years and fears unraveling like twine
Another
I’ve walked through the valleys low and mountain tops on high
I’ve touched the face of God just by reaching out to the
sky
I’ve walked down
Sleep my love your work is done
And the hour to part is come
Now this journey’s ending go to sleep
Daylight now has left the land
Time flows by
girl! Shake it then you go back it up
When God made you he gave the whole package
But don't trip - I was born to work it with no practice
No houses, no
down, y'all get it now?
We stand tall
Hit on the folks, don't like my style, I creep on by when the girl gets smile
Take a big boy swig and a homemade
ghost cold hard facts I should have took the cullert the hanmer cockedw back and then he pulled it by gods grace I made it out them woods cruising down
arm
This bitch jilt and ticking
I get higher than a nigga finna go to court
I got fire like a nigga that ain't go to work
I'm so lit 'round this bitch
I
[Verse]
I've been depressed lately cause of my circumstances
Thinking that God is starting to run out of second chances
Give me something
I felt
words
On spit and coals, your works burn forever
“Blessed are the destroyers of false hope.
For they are the true messiahs -
Cursed are the god
don't prefer help, getting to the death quotients
It works by itself set in perpetual motion
But I remove it, there's some probability to use it
'Cause
We can't hope to explain all the complexity
But we hope to give you some insight
For the musical forces at work
And have a good time in the process
the deadly truth
Suppressing my ruthless need
To give in the life of greed
God help me
Harsh words are spoken
By those who deny
Harsh words are
He works two jobs now just to pay the bills
Honeymoon is over seems love has lost its thrill
He blames her and God knows that she blames him
Loves
compel
Lead me from this evil spell
My body won't stop shaking
These voices keep on making
Me do things to people, this must just be the work of Satan
got me by the balls so of course I abhore you
Well I just work here but I can sympathise
You fuck with the world bacnk they cut you down to size
volume white collar high styling
Verge jocking the side, dodgin' mirages
Conquer the vibe, hunger lurks
Nine to five work saga, God bless the life
Father
survival like a cactus vital to that h2O balance
Baring talons and talent by the gallons
We all belong in a palace Kings & Queens
Speaking the same language
follow like a freelance sucker of the next biggest trend
We're pissing into the wind, to be heard by the indifferent
Shit talker, you've double crossed
follow like a freelance sucker of the next biggest trend
We're pissing into the wind, to be heard by the indifferent
Shit talker, you've double crossed
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