Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

Unwind, unwind, unwind it When life gets too tight it's time to unwind it Kick back on the front porch with a cold one in my hand I've had my nose on that work-a-day grindstone Gonna get my chill on tonight and I've been wound up too tight, I've been

I’m gonna make you see the difference between just quitting and survival Know that it’s my pleasure, doing everything better without you Cause this one works better than two Well, this plane can fly with just one engine This heart can beat without

She's got that true blood Show me what your working with I think she's got that true blood Every time you're 'round I can smell it in you I come around and raise the hell out of you It's that demon, it's so mean, that's got me screaming Make me wanna

I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ay I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ay, yeah But today is my day, it's my day And no matter what they say, it's my day La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah Roll up to the spot, feelin' real good Think you gon'

I think it's workin' I think it's workin' yeah It keeps me hummin' Hummin' hummin' yeah Picking at a purple vein He's like a fat man in a little coat Suckin' red vines and rum and coke Singing I like ya jesus but I loves the dope I mighty itty bitty maw

I got plans tonight And you, you know what I like And you're approaching me right But I gotta make sure it's right for me But you gotta work that thing right for me So take the stage just show me what you got Feeling lucky let me touch your spot Might be

Surprise surprise, surprise surprise You're much better looking when you're in disguise And this revolution has been brought to you by Oh you upper class daughters, and working class sons It's hard to save a dollar the way the world runs Those who seek

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil' nigga? Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil' nigga Thought you had hits but you missed lil' nigga Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil' nigga? You little niggas keep gossiping You should go work for the blogs and them

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all