Lyrics:
she could hear the cars roll by
Out on 441
Like waves crashin' on the beach
And for one desperate moment there
He crept back in her memory
God it's
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow and so am I
Workday passes like molasses in wintertime, but it's July
I'm gettin' paid by
baby
Work it out huh, hit me one time, a two time
hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, electronic
Go, use your muscle, carve it out, work it
many times have I seen
You give me just what I need
Whoa, whoa, here I go again
I forget, You’re gonna work it out somehow
You think that I’d know by
, thank God, thank God, thank God
Coast to coast, city to city
Reach out your hands if you're with me
Still got some work but we still got a dream
Every
things work
According to the Master's holy will
No matter what you're going through
Remember that God is only using You
For the battle is not yours
It's
Tryna make it work, but man, these times are hard
But we're gonna start by
Drinkin' old cheap bottles of wine
Shit talkin' up all night
Sayin'
All work no play may have made Jack a dull boy
But all work no God has left Jack with a lost soul
But he's moving on full steam
He's chasing
want it, when you all up on it
Do it to me, I'm gonna give it to you
I'm gonna make this a night to remember
Watching you work the stick in the ride
the yard outside
Sit back and watch the world go by
Happy to lie back, watch it burn and rust
We tried to work, good God it wasn't for us
She's gonna
the beer at work, for God's sake
Fuck you!
By the way, would it be cool to go golfing tomorrow?
Fuck you!
I was just kidding, I want to hang out
lovers
I'll never let you down girl
Never gonna let you go
Never gonna let you go, oh no
It feels good to see your face
Come have a seat
Sit by
you know I work so hard all the day long
And everything I do just seems to turn out wrong
That's why I wanna stop by on my way home and
Let's go get
Friday night and a guy's fresh out of work
Talking 'bout the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt
Some heading home to their families, some looking
shack
It's all of what you make of what you've found
Son you're gonna find out when you're older
There's always been the hand of God restin' right there
Oh baby, oh baby, I just need your tender lovin'
To keep me sane in this burnin' oven
When my time is up, be my reaper
Like Adam's work on God's
to see God then great tell 'em the good news
Isn't it ironic how it feels so good?
But I was only just singing the blues
I wouldn't open my mouth
and you are gonna bear with me
Because I can't work a job like any other slob
Punching in and punching out and sucking up to Bob
Marrying a beeyotch,
blocked
My head's still with you but my hearts just not
So am I close to you anymore if it's over
And there's no chance that we'll work it out
That's
Staying married was the only way to work your problems out
Hey, what ever happened to waiting your turn
Doing it all by hand?
'Cause when everything is
not by works but by grace
So what's it gonna take? there's no getting through to you
So what's it gonna take?
There's no getting through to you
I'm
a out-of-body experience will happen
So the people can see my light, now it's not just rappin'
God, I have humbled myself before the court
Drop my ego
days its gonna turning in out faith
So lets praise to my saviour he gave me the victory
Is he gonna do it “yes”
Who's he gonna use “me”
Am I gonna
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