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I'll be sowing the fruits of all my labour
Noise complaints from my neighbours
One day there won't be neighbours
We're gonna graduate to labels
From

In a world of unknown pleasures, of agony and pain.
Desires that i've never known have come to be my strain.
Stuck in ceaseless hunger for blood

It's been a long time coming
With so many denials
So many pains and with so many trials Oh oh
Me strive to be here
No one is trynna give a chance
Me

upside down
Loosen the knots and open up your arms
Cos even the birds on the tree
Perch with ease they fly care free
You don't see them labour for their

Finesse to Heavy D
Biting before I figured out who I'd eventually be
The growing pains until I came into my own
The path to find my own voice on this

into this perc
Can't quantify what that is worth
Treasurers buried in my chest
Riches born from all the moments all the
Pain and all the hurt
All

the dogs
I ain't swerving till my family straight
Pain and scars you can see on my face
I'm doing laps y'all running in place
I'ma see fruit of my labour

to witness
Some will cum as they witness
(How come she calm and collected?)
Caught in the middle of pain and desire
I got her changing the rate at which she

of hard labour, I’m all prayed up
Do my best to lead the rest to the Lord's favour
He gave me the path, I see my destiny unfold daily
I see a gaze in my

Just like a mother in labour
Praying for a saviour
To deliver her from pain

Like a baby that’s born
Into a body well worn
That was going insane

I

vivid vision I'm just tryna paint it
Pain inside but can't let it have me strenuous  labour
And it's mental over matter
Ain't it crazy how relations are

cake up
No Labour Day, Mr. Grind you can't make up
Risin' and shinin' my grind wakes up
Tired of that nine to five shift
Gotta move up, need my life

favours 
Nigga don't you blame us 
You were steady watching 
When we put in all the labour 
How the fuck he do it 
Do this nigga got a label 
This is years

tomorrow now is your turn
Come to me all who labour and are heavy laden 
And I will give you rest, it is written
Jesus stands at the door and His knocking

When I was alone, and had nothing
I asked for a friend to help me bear the pain
No one came, except God
When I needed a breath to rise, from my sleep

no hope for the future,

My past feel like a tumour 
Let the paper planes blow 

Let the pain get 
Sutured by the smoke

(Hook)

One day I'll escape,

finished 

Albo:
The pain of losing dookies is something i have seen
So i know how you must have felt when you shit your pants at engadine
We've had

palm and there’s no way that I can throw it
Only time you’ll taste my pain is if we’re pouring up with Moët 
I got bangers for the winter
And bangers for

Working 9 to 5 for an obituary poster hit
I be feeling funny
Like Chris Rock funny
The type that makes you feel pains right inside your tummy
The type that

that never prayed for me
Man I took my time I did patiently 
And now the fruits of my labour makin' me

Past the point my demons takin' me
Broke the wall

it at
I wish my jokes were more than just truths
I wish I was more than the labour of my worth
I wish the hatred of me was just kept to myself
I wish

starts a dream

Hold her eyes
Hold her eyes
Hold her eyes

Labour, keep those memories saved
Cos the rip tide 
Will churn up in the waves
Feel the rope son

pain
God you no go gree make my labour go in vain 
Cos e no go make brain
If we no get change
Wake up mornin’ everythin' be the same
E fit drive man

Now am done with the labour
Uh, I unplug from the bondage
I exit the matrix to revive the conscious
Uh, I am out of this monstrous
I'm out of this body