Lyrics:
him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a Drive-in Saturday
Jung the foreman prayed at work
That neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's
by the rules
He just showed the wise men of his day to be nothing more than fools
They stamped him and they labeled him like they do with pants
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
you came in"
I never dreamed you'd be sittin' there
I heard a lot about you from the men that you work for
They tell me that you're fair and square"
They flutter behind you your possible pasts
Some bright-eyed and crazy, some frightened and lost
A warning to anyone still in command
"Ranks!
a little estrogen
Buy my whip by myself
Pay my rent by myself
Only exes that I care about are in my fucking chromosomes
I don't really need you, I'm
Well I work like a dog eight hours a day you know I'm nearly dead
When I stop by a bar on my way home and loosen up my head
Lord knows this is
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'
Yeah alright, but we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You
Isambard Brunel,
And so they work a double shift, to make the time in full,
No mention of the missing men... they seal the double hull.
The ship was
bankers, too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
plate
Bill him what, half of that he have it late
His best friend by the yellow crates
Suicide, tears tryna hesitate
Only seventeen, damn, seventeen
Now the king told the boogie men m
"You have to let that raga drop"
The oil down the desert way
Has been shaken to the top
The Sheik he drove
again
The grass crying out to be heated by bodies
The streets for the laughter of young women and men
Canal boat and trolley
Wildflower and barley
I never, never had a dream come true
In my every daydream
I'm loved by you
And we're free as the wind, ah yeah
And true love is no sin
Therefore men
beavers
That's how we act when you don't wanna feed us
Crazy motherfucker ever since I was a fetus
Might as well join us you ain't gonna beat us
Please
She's seen the whites of crazy eyes
Been in the camps of foreign spies
Taken lovers by surprise
The captives smile
But all the while she is
I think I, already, haha
She must be the one
I look in her eyes and see the sun even on rainy days
Ain't it crazy, mane? Yeah, that's what I said
told ya
This means war, as if by Sister Souljah
To think that the X would ever take a fall
After gettin all of this, man you're crazy
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