Lyrics:
It's Sunday morning
So make a joyful noise
Unto the Lord
When the King threw Daniel in the lion's den
The good Lord works in mysterious ways
And them same damn people turned fake (same damn people turned)
I admit it was so hard to focus (focus)
I didn't go to classes
I admit that I dropped out
rebound and I block out
A no hitter Nigga nothings sweeter
Than the opposition when it drops out
Like Bama Duchie never clock out
Speeding by you better
lost
If it doesn't work then it's they loss
You won, they loss
I just wanna watch days go by
Only with you by my side
Got baggage we can take it in
You gotta work
WORK
Work work
Don't nothing come easy out here
You see me, I'll bleed and I'll sweat
But you won't catch me crying 'bout it nah
Nah
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be
There might, there might be some cannibalism out this muh-fu-
They might eat the rich, you know what I'm
And I need you here
Together we can make this thing work out
(We can make this thing work out)
To think about what we could miss
It makes me want
song counts to me, so imma keep up the grind
I might blow up one day, but til then imma be singing
This'll all work out one day
Yeah, it'll all pay off
avowals of
Religious faith to maintain an
Aura of respectability our
Civilization, such as it is
Was shaped by religion
And the men who aspire to public
(Look Out) she put in work, she put in work
Dame, that girl fine, body designed, so divine
I got to grind to make her mine, by the end of this rhyme
If
love still no love still
No love still no
Been writin' all day, tryna work it out
Waiting on you, can't do it by myself
It's no love, none no love still
no sweat
By tha time I clock out I need my attitude checked
I just wanna get off, smoke weed and drank; I don't wanna do shit, work hard or thank
I
every single answer
I've been in charge
I've been out ranked
I've been old
I'll still have been young
I've just been trying to learn everything
But it's
Get it out, beasts
Let it out, blow it out, spit it out
Get it out, get it out
Let it out, blow it out, spit it out
Get it out
By the horns
On stacking my hunnids
Physical work, bitch I’m worth it
A million in
Yeeeah
Work, no talk about emotionz
Yeah, what I mean is I pop bottles to avoid ‘em
I’m
would just pretend he never met you
Maybe it all works out
Maybe it all works out
Now we're all alone and what do you know
She takes a blow fired from her
prayed it all better and
Sunday we heard the news
Prayer still works
Prayer still works
Prayer still works
Prayer still works
Prayer still works
deep in my heart, it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say, "Yo shorty black you're buggin' out"
Zulu Nation,
Yodel-Ay-Hee-Hoo
Rock it, work it, move it all around
Do that thang, like you the baddest in town
Rock it, work it, move it all around
Do that
to bag it up (bag it up)
I like the way you work it
No diggity
I got to bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby
a mustard seed now
c little faith, little action put it together
Watch him work it out
Millions didn't make it, but I'm in the Number
That did.
I almost
baby
Work it out huh, hit me one time
Work hard, just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
(Now I'm) gettin' to it that way
(Straight up, straight up, straight
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