Lyrics:
they've got to fight their way up.
Wheel and deal, beg and steal,
Sweat blood to earn a buck.
I didn't want to work on the factory floor,
I wasn't
of way for a long time
But traditionally speaking, this shit works, right?
Nah, like, I get that, but I-I just think that, you know
You don't know if it
Although my back is aching
I'll work the whole day through
Although you hear that I've been wasting
All my time
Taking the sun from the sky
Lifting
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
the truth
Slammed the door as I ran outside, looked at my watch and cried
Gotta get to work on time
Gotta get to work on time
Then the sky turned
we work
I know I probably shouldn't but I'm feeling good
I'ma lil tipsy play along wit me
O-okay, yes, we got that mmm mmm nani nani
In
to your doorstep
They just lie there, and they die there
Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art.
Do you
work hard and yeah I grind, but not to get rich man not
To shine, not to get rich man not to shine. And I don't boast much I don't
Brag, cause everything
Woah-woah-woah
Pride
A deeper love
Pride
A deeper love
Pride
A deeper love
Woah-woah-woah-woah
Yeah-yeah
People, let me tell you
I work hard every
Well, my baby don't have to work
And she don't have to rob and steal
Well, my baby don't have to work
And she don't have to rob and steal
Yes,
Wrist on froze, thanks to the stove,
Mattress financial, bank's never closed,
Monday to Sunday, serve all addicts,
Joey Van Gundy, watch me work
ain't doing so well,
Lord let me in, I feel like he's my only friend
Yeah, the rage of the menace
Hate me now then hate me when I'm winning
Work so hard
all
Lonesome man of the world
Who can't stop crying
Himself to sleep
If push comes to shove
Seems like this labor of love
Is just too much work
shawty work that shit
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Do a three-point stance, put yo fist up her ass
You must be on that Kanye work-out plan,
late, it's late
But not too late
Mm, I've been so long
You've been so long
We've been so long tryin' to work it out
I ain't got long
You ain't got
gonna work out
She and I didn’t have one thing in common
And her papers weren’t coming around
I’m on a three day stay with a no way babe
What the hell
Something you got, baby,
Makes me work all day.
Something you got, baby,
Makes me bring you home my pay.
Something you got,
Yeah,
Ah you
and believe my friend
He'll work it out for you
One thing you must remember
My God is able and He cares for you
He cares for you
Wait on the Lord and he
(down)
I'ma change my ways (I'ma change some things)
We gon' work it out (we gon' work it out)
Girl, I wouldn't be the same if you was with somebody
your navel
Work my way down, baby, you can lay down on the table
But you may wanna find something more stable
I told you I ain't fooling from the gate
diamonds all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it
Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect
Niggas talk
winning
Work so hard to not go insane, it's a full time job to not lose my faith
Okay I've been here before, alone for the upteenth time or more
I'm
no end to Your reign
Now all Your works shall praise Your name
As far as this
From east to west
There's no other
There's no other
Yahweh
brought to your doorstep
They just lie there, and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art
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