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couldn't happen in the U.S.A.
We'd never treat a man that way.
And a migrant worker sweats underneath the blazin' sun.
He's fallen on his knees but
buckin' off a shot from the mental insight
Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite
I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one
into nothing, I don't feel right
So I circle the block strapped
Watching the workers while they circle muthafuckas at night
They work to tippin' me
was a hooper and a hell of a man
He was a hell of a worker, that had a hell of a plan
Plenty people that was sinking that he let out to [?]
Back
makin' bitch breaker
Purse taker, find me a good worker like a navigator
Drop the slut on the corner with nothing but baby wipes
Keep that pussy clean
was born a lover not a worker.
Money doesn't smell like sweet perfume
Some of us seem out of place
With engine oil upon our face
Believe me, you
I know why I go to work
And I know sometimes I'm a jerk
But I can't tell you why
I'm in love
I'll take lunch with my co-workers
But after work
the bone!
I ran into a rest'raunt,
Busted into the kitchen
Workers on my ass, and the
Cooks they was bitchin'
A hero blocked the door, I grabbed
chen
Like a hand me down sucker trowing bombs out to Mecca
Call it goodwill, get money to get better
Keep ya head down like a Unicef worker
If you
hackers
Makin' loot like Lakers
While we become workers
You become golfers
The modern day coppers
Beatin' on us for the papers
I just just give
300 a game
Till one of the workers pulled a small case
Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced
I was slangin, but wasn't
300 a game
Till one of the workers pulled a small case
Mouth running like a dog race, trying to get us all laced
I was slingin', but wasn't
you got tha heart bitch
My nigga chudo kick some shit off, I'm no longer a silent worker out spoken
Kicking that kind shit you never heard of screaming
need Givenchy, you need Jesus
Why do y'all sleep on me? I need reasons
Uh, I got plaques in the mail, peak season
Shout out to my UPS workers makin'
baby's mom is a pop-locker, know the metropolitan area
Custodian nigga, you sanitation worker, shit cleaner
Floor mopper, look down on the city with
Hump, now let me flat-iron my hair
Cause I'm busy like a worker drone
I'll leave some nectar in they honeycomb
Break my stinger off and then I'm gone
I
I'm on fire
Yeah, babe, I'm on fire
Well, my mate Bill Gates says it
The President of the United States says it
The slacker and the worker
on to of the scrapheap
At sixteen you were top of the class
All they taught you at school
Was how to be a good worker
The system has failed you, don't fail yourself
Disgruntled workers, immersed in "veritas"
But stealthily, in the land of the free, he's lurking there
Most are unaware of
The biggest killer in American
a waitress, I tried to get in her jeans
Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know
Thirteen days, five to go
Yeah
Well, the Migrant Workers is
I'm on fire
Yeah, babe, I'm on fire
Well, my mate Bill Gates says it
The President of the United States says it
The slacker and the worker
Welcome home workers, comrade in beers
She collected muses while she dared
She'll sketch your portrait under the streetlight
The cardboard palace
And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
Destruction worker, who was caught for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that was hangin' from his
my
Don't cry
We run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop
Don't stop
Work a worker 'til his chest pop
Cardiac arrested, I'm so invested
I'm
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