Lyrics:
day breaking your back in the dirt
Don't you want to live?
A man of the arms, a man of the earth
Lying in bed not to overexert!
The village is starving
floor well I'm mopping it
Oh babe I wanna work for you
I wanna over-exert with you
I wanna take all the hurt from you
Cause babe I wanna work for you
Let
Specially when the work is enormous
Proper preparation, perfect performance
Never let 'em over-exert your endurance
A liability really can hurt your
the same place
You overexert the little you have left to save face
You tryin' to hide your expression from lookin' worried
On what to do when your career is
your people around you start to leave you in the same place
You overexert the little you have left to save face
You trying to hide your expression from
to get hurt
With one leg, tryin to walk to work on the mic you rap hard
And overexert, material girls catch diarrhea
Won't make it to my concert
It
Well, I can feel this going down
Abandon ship and save yourself now
Just float away and let me drown
Please don't over-exert yourself now
Imhotep Imhotep Imhotep
This might be too much for me I might over-exert
Mouth is getting dry, feeling like the desert
Plus I'm paranoid nobody move nobody
It started when I was young
I wanted your praise for the things I've done
Awards and trophies
Can make you smile so easily
So I overexert myself
the introvert
Who does not assert
Or overexert
What are your words
But mocking birds
Wise men I am three thirds
Kinging if you fuckers haven't heard
They stirred
And once I run up a mountain I find overexert myself from time to time
As I run like everywhere others walk and even as I'm running I can talk
I was born
She buttons up her shirt
Summer is gone and she's left hurt
But the zinger is when her finger is forced to overexert
Buttons up the other way because
I always overexert
I try to get it together
but the weather
screws me over
and whatever
safety measure
I have never worked
As soon
that I choose
left here
But you're gone and I'll think of you always
I hope the pills didn't hurt, I hope you didn't overexert yourself
I hope you're where you
the day off of work
So we can relax together, don't overexert
Go to see a movie, go to Great Adventures
Take a vacation, enjoy the weather
Do things
the presence
of the Puerto Rican humble never over-exert
Half-Cuban, type brotha, got styles, jerk!
Reclining on the scene, do it with ease
Don't like tools,
over-exert
Mode switch to triple burst
I'm doing my worst he keep talking
Leave some blood up on his shirt
Make it hurt, face down, in the dirt
She say I'm
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