Tell me what am I doing? Yeah, real music Yo, ya just get in that, you get in that head space, ya know Somebody get the body bags, working with beats and and Put the MC’s in 'em, season 'em, put 'em on a beat with me, then I’m eating 'em Get away from the

You gotta know, I'm feeling love Made of gold, I never loved her Another one, another you It's gotta be love, I said it It's gotta be love I said it A physical kiss is nothing without it And And you close your eyes to see what it's done The body that lies is

Tear it loose, tear it loose Gonna tear it, gonna tear it loose Blast my way into the night Gonna shout it from the roof I'm gonna live my dream, shout and and scream! There ain't no way I'm gonna wait for Saturday Night I worked all day, I slaved away, I

Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah) Murda bless yo' trap Lil Purpp be off of the perc AK make a footwork jerk (yeah) I ain't really finna tell y'all how to get away with murda and and shit Aye, aye, yeah Bitch, aye, oo Diamond on my neck like river (oo) I just

Get a check, run it up Got my pot and and got my 4 (got my 4 yeah) Water whip, my wrist got tore (whip whip, yeah) Frontin' work work you can't afford (can't afford, yeah) Might took long, don't come up short (come up short, yeah) Call you down and and you ignore

"The old appeals to racial, sexual, And religious chauvinism, And to rabid nationalist fervor are beginning not to work work. A new consciousness is developing which sees the Earth as a single organism, And recognizes that an organism at war with itself is

Working, working, working, working, ain't ya? You don't have no time to lay up You just trying to be somebody 'Fore you say you need somebody Get all your affairs in order I won't have affairs, I'm yours, girl Faithful, faithful, faithful, faithful And

I heard every word you said And And trying hard to understand Exactly what it is, you need, from me Baby I apologize I never meant to make you cry But there ain't no doubt, we can work work it out yeah Cause I'm gonna be around Don't worry baby

It's been a week without me And And she feel weak without me She wanna talk it out but Ain't nothing to talk about Unless she's talking about freaking out Then maybe we can work work it out, work work it out now Eat your salad, no dessert Get that man you deserve Move

I call it house work work 'Cause it's life work work (Whatcha, whatcha gon' do?) I'mma throw shapes Feelin' the base to my feet hurt But I'm gon' throw shade if I don't get paid for this house work work Would you come along And And to leave I'm working Every weekend