Lyrics:
dreams
I had your child in Memphis you heard of work in Nashville
We didn't find it there so we moved on
To a small farm in Nebraska to a gold mine
I get in from work at 2 AM
And sit down with a beer
Turn on the late night TV
And then I wonder why I'm here
It's meaningless and trivial
And it
don't beat me if you ain't got no work
I'm strictly about these verses like the ones you hear at church boy
Search boy, talking about your dough
trying to work it fast, but I know you like it slow
You know I got to bust a nut and hurry up and go
You got something that I want right now
Hurry up
up (I really wanna, really wanna)
Uh, tell me that you're mine right now and maybe (I'm yours, baby)
I'll work a little magic (woah, oh)
Work
you's and fuck you's
There's a couch at the back of my work you can sleep on
Blessed be foolishness blessed be contradictions
Blessed be I don't even know
Shhhh!
We are private detectives onward back from a musical pilgrimage
We work under the name of the Fall
Who would suspect this? It is too
Baby go to work
Sike bitch
Baby go and twerk
On my gat
Damn that shit so fat
Trying to hit it from the back
Throw it make it clap
Don't do nothing
Hair slicked back
Baseball cap
Still cute in my open toes
Mini skirt
Feet don't hurt
Just a flirt
Too cute in my open toes
Work or play
Night
My day one rule
Is keeping my cool
Even if I'm broken up
If you blow my high
You won't see me cry
Gotta whistle while you work it
That's why you
mind
E dey one kind
Oh the truth be say
I no use my eye
Uh the truth be say
I no use my eye
She cast a spell on me
I dey feel am dey work
Ahah
I no fit
nobody
I just wanna work yo body
I don't wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna work yo body
I don't wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna work yo body
I don't wanna hurt
And work
Work work work work
Twerk twerk twerk twerk
Its the end of the world
End of the world
End of the world
No place to run
No place to hide
Its a planet
winds are blowing gently
Listening intently to all of the things they have to say
A day of work completed a night of rest is needed
Almost done read
mueren de COVID otros mueren de hambre nigga tenemos que matar
I got da work like Pablo
Run Lima just like diddy
How many times a week
Quieres que te
fall back into it
How the hell does it work every time?
She'll make you feel like you're the one and then you're done with
I'm slowly dying
I want it
I don't want you to be no slave
I don't want you to work all day
I don't want your money too
I just want to make love to you
love to you
We got the same scars deep in our hearts
I thought it was worst, but it always goes worse
That's how it works, and that's why it's worth it
Gave
killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said
"Here's what we'll do. We've got a lotta work here, me and you
The souls of your
think about it
It might just work
Ugh, we gotta stay together girl
I really need you back
Ugh, can you find it in your heart?
'Cause we gotta stay
every time the work is done
the things i am told
i just have to close my eyes
time is slipping away
hold the fear inside
i've got nothing
and you work hard
Show'em what it is to put your life on the line
For the love of the crime
Life is a rhyme with no reason
And that's the reason I rhyme
Oh I'd work for you, I'd slave for you,
I'd be a beggar or a knave for you! (what is a knave anyway?)
If that isn't love it'll have to do
Until
join our love as one
And storm the gates of heaven
If the winds of change
Would blow in the favor of man
Resolve our situation
Undo the work
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