Lyrics:
It's so quirked up
The way you get worked up
You're looking too good
Did you get some work done
It's so sinful
Life so simple
Take over your house
the bail
Locked in chains with no ability to unclip myself
But God made a way outside of my efforts
Its by His grace through faith apart from the letter
I
right through the shell
Gossip is a spell
Cast by the unwell
Why would she fear its hell
She survived
Went inside of herself
Deep inside
And got through
begun
Mother’s gravestone is overgrown
By vegetation and undergrowth
I brush the dust off from her face
Mother’s body has long decayed
I wish I knew her
time
Oh my
To combat the weather
You can wear my Christmas sweater
No one can work it better, you can wear my Christmas sweater better than I can
Better
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
Before you go to work
Let me do something that's gon' keep me on your mind
Watching you walk around in my shirt
Make me wanna do somethin' that's
2003, with the flow. Blue.
Ooh right, finished work on a Saturday night
In a mood and I want to play
I say in for my click around my way
Hit
I work, work, work baby
Balancing these girls is a full time gig
I do know what you want from me
But a dog at heart is all I've known to be
Attract
the honor, y'all don't make the dollars
Y'all don't wanna work
Thought I'd love to be famous
I'm surrounded by the hate
I thought drugs were dangerous
It's my job to provide and protect
And I'm just riding around town, with the music down
Deep in my thoughts, by default, as I'm thinking out loud
About
the only way
It's frightening but it means they'll stay
Together they're gonna make it together
His blue morris van is parked in an alley
Just by
bags and a digital scale and
Rubber bands all by the money counter
Got raid spray you know how the bugs be
Got a fan in the window by the love seat
And I
Nowadays everybody try'na get on
They don't wanna put in work, they just ridin' along
Pretty ho in the videos, thighs and a thong
A few views
to fleece
A country's vital signs grow weaker except one
The one invented by James Campbell to sell us drugs
Now I know physically with the medication
I'm
stacking boucoup cash
Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo
While I was on tour, whore, you went to work
Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt
Five, four, three, two, one
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Bass bass, bass, bass
With music by our side
To break the color lines
Let's work
At work we talk often and too long
We laugh too loud, you twist your tongue
After a laugh that we have shared
During a silence just as
The glass of wine by
Computers
FaceTime me the load when it touchdown
Computers
FaceTime me the load when it touchdown
Young fly nigga shoot the work on a drone
Got
Nineteen 92
It's 3am
I can take you where you never been
Just slide by yourself don't bring no friends
Come and ride this wave and climb my heights
for the love by me
If you want me, too?
There's something down, down the sky
I don't know!
Don't be afraid, it's just my work
Comin' up bringing
I know first hand that shit's not gonna work
Because I couldn't save you
You ask me to forgive all of the pain
Absolving yourself from understanding
I
Her daddy lost most everything
On horses, whiskey, and wedding rings
A little work and luck my friend
I'm gonna buy that mountain back again
dysfunction
3 nights and a day go by
Pour a four in a faygo, I
Try to run, but I can’t say bye
Go to space just to clear my mind
And I try not to show no signs
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