(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen) But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store There's a story in our town Of the prettiest girl around Golden hair and and eyes of blue How those eyes could flash at you (how

Black Cats, White Cats All my Zef Cats, look out Big dog in the place to be! Pitbull terrier, I am a pitbull terrier Pussy, for bad boy No pussy, sad boy You’re making me crazy Mal in the skull boy All work work and and no play

Say this a-woman like a bright star a shine We can work work it on out, (work work it on out) Have mercy a wonders and and sign Me love the way you move up your body Have mercy one time, look sweet Now now now now darling yeah Come on, come on, come on, come on yes now

Every time you drop a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, I'm walking through your streets Where all your money's earning Where all your buildings crying And And clueless neckties working Revolving fake lawn houses Housing all your

But I told you so I hate that it didn't work work out this time I was getting kinda used to calling you mine Now you're gone for good I wanted you to prove me wrong And And I hate to say that I told you so (told you so) All the nights, and the fights 'Til we

Cadillac, Cadillac Long and and dark shiny and and black Open up your engines let 'em roar Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur Oh baby, come on Well there she sits buddy just a-gleaming in the sun There to greet a working man when his day is done I'm

Get ready to jump Are you ready to jump? Don't ever look back, oh baby Yes, I'm ready to jump Just take my hands I can make alone There's only so much you can learn in one place All work work and and no fighting, I'll find a place of my own Get ready to, are you

Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollas You say that you a baller And And I see you tryna holla But that ain't how I was brought up Working for my money 'Cause that's what my momma taught me So yo ass betta show me some respect

I hate my life Well I hate my job, all of my rich friends I hate everyone to the bitter end Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight So sick of the hobos Always beggin' for change I don't like how I gotta work work And And they just sit around and and get

Always stay humble and and kind Hold the door say please say thank you Don't steal, don't cheat, and don't lie I know you got moutains to climb but When the work work you put in is realized Let yourself feel the pride but You know there's a lot that goes by the