Lyrics:
on do your thing mama
Just enjoy yourself
You ain't gotta be all by yourself
You're not lookin' for a man
You just want a special friend
To lend a helpin'
of the program I would never be a slave to an old man
Paid by the dope man, workin' on my mental Said I paid all my dues with a pencil
Never blinded by the pain
man, young man, there will never be time
Devil workin overtime, makin sure there's no time
Young man, young man, young man
If you still don't know me,
down by the water
Make me a happy man
Lets go down by the water
Down by the water
We been workin all week long
Nows our chance to get away
Come take my
Come on let me drink
Come on let me drink
Come on let me drink (Come on, come on)
Come on let me drink
I've been workin' like a damn dog
And I'm
If I'm not workin' or puttin' work in
I'm either wheelin' and dealin'
Or probably jerkin my (censored)
Yep listenin' to nothin', takin' no
Dre, I been what you told me (Dre)
I may act like I don't hear ya but that shit been workin' (it workin')
Keep me a burner
Poison that I grab in
How we're gonna get enough to eat
No that the workin' man is obsolete
If things keep goin' like they seem they do
Won't be long before they're down
started
Yeah, man
You say you're searching for somebody that'll take you out and do you right
Well, come here, baby, and let daddy show you what it
(Aye)
(It’s Roqit, ‘bout to give it to ‘em, you know)
(Big Hubble man satellite shit)
(You feel me, let’s get it)
Ride with the semi so the car
gave me cold heart
Actually got me start workin on my art
Messed up cause I was really bout you
Thing is your man can't do what I do
Kazeros hit me up
Chorus:
Life been such a sprint ain't got no service I been back n forth shit i been workin
Temporary friendships make me nervous
Drowning in
yeah you fuckin wit a stand up
Won't find another like me I'm the last one
No lie yeah you fuckin wit a bad one
Workin all day and all night I'm the last
Bourbons
Man, I've been workin'
Got that service
DMT all in my genes
I'm a servant yeah, yeah
I've been slavin'
Call me Django from the burbs, yeah
Didn't
in the gym and i been workin on my abs and
Workin like a mad man
Go back to the Gø and hit up Dub-O for that Curbside
Or catch me out in Cali with
expect nothin from no guy
She plays aggressive but she's still shy
But you'll never know her softer side, by lookin' in her eyes
Knowin' she can do for
You think your suddenly appearance takes away my pride
I got a bag full o' cash with shooters by my side
I work around the clock you workin' 9 to 5
by His grace He chose to
Love on folk like me and you
And I don't understand it, homie
I never planned it
I was chasing money and fast women and, man
started
Yeah, man
You say you're searching for somebody that'll take you out and do you right
Well, come here, baby, and let daddy show you what it
a couple blocks
(all that man, I need a fo, a deuce)
It started in that temp, flippin' mid's by them O-Z's
On the hill wit that shit from a custom
sucks for you, but not me, you gonna rust
I survived by fate wishes
Never want to leave a man behind, but it's diminished
Now I listen to my mistakes
we go)
Lately I been tryna stack this paper dodging haters
Workin on my patience and my cravings
I just wanna get my mom a brand new crib rite by
[Chorus]
It's workin', It's workin'
Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!
I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we
yeah, those were the good days
Driving by my own rules
Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway
Man, I never felt more cool, yeah, it's true
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