Lyrics:
moved to
Brooklyn
Artificial desserts
Some have cars some have kids
Hit the pathmark after work
Some never been past the bridge
[Chorus]
I
master rights
If you’re hot that’s a mailbox money life
It’s light work, it’s black magic
I could do it blindfolded with my hands tied
Automatic
I could
of work and I just begun
And when that green money on the turf, it's their call
Gotta put that steel under my shirt and do it large
Fuck the cops, she
strong, happy people
Who don't think there's something wrong with pride,
Work makes them free
And we spread that freedom far and wide.
And the empire
It's funny how love goes cause I know this could never work out
But honey how love grows even though there's no reason to doubt
This can never be
a nurture and he work a lot, you're going home ?
me of accusing you
'Cause that doesn't work
I'm sorry, but it doesn't work
Oh, Shannon, oh
I just wanna be your pet, Shannon
I just wanna be your pet
could talk it over
I knew that wouldn't work out somehow
What was was over and I should just get over
And that is where I'm at right now
I'm really
Hello, I'm Ed and I work at the VIMS lab
Testing salinity and the run-off from farmlands
Taking water samples, checking in for phosphates
Toiling in
Fresh sneakers,silk shirts,24/7 work
Nine to five to survive,you gotta be a jerki
I clock two grand a day,yet I was born to play
Who me at micky dee's?It
To improvisation not to any other height
Diverse rhythms
Bring us freedom
Either for work and for leisure
It must bring only pleasure
Her majesty music
We are
The silent Saviour stands alone
Before the Governor's throne
Close by his side his healing hands
Lie still, their work now done
Soon others will task
Do you mind if I see you tomorrow?
Yeah, I know, yeah, I know, yeah, I know, yeah, I know
That you work Sundays for minimum wage
Should I have known
Ask me about me again
You know it hurts to feel it
You should read between these
Ask me about me again
Even when my heart declines
Nothing works
Up an early for the hope of a brand new day
See a homie you ain't seen since back in the day
Fresh haircut fitted wit a fat ass fade
End of work
to break it (yeah)
But you took that and some more when you gave up
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
Some things don't work and that's the way
to work
I'll just talk loads of bullshit anyhow
Your mother in torn garments
Like Jesus Christ denied
Blood in all her pockets
And you inside her
summertime
When your day's work is over
Then you are in clover
And life is one beautiful rhyme
No trouble annoying
Each one is enjoying
The good old
life I can't repeat it
I died but is she grieving
I just want
Anything but to feel so hurt
I'm still alive it took some work
Trust me I wish badly that I
an English shade of pale
And you can see him pout when people try to work it out - and when they fail
Some people think they’re Caesar, or Napoleon Bonaparte
decided
They don't work on me
And I guess I
should thank you
By the way, for helping me, me
To open my head
And I guess I
should thank you
Those haunting consequences
left the spoiled taste of regret in my mouth
left to work it out alone
and when you fell asleep
did you think of me?
this
mixtape plans because they seein' how we movin'
And all they say is this
But they ain't sayin' shit
They talk reckless when I do not work for them
They
Making my way to my honey
What a lovely day
As I drive to my source of sunlight the sun rises
And I try to be funny
Works about half the time
But I
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