I don't wanna work in a building downtown You know that I'm a God fearing man Now I'm overcome By the light of day My lips are near, but my heart is far away Oh, my little bird in a cage! Oh, my little mockingbird, sing! No, I don't wanna work in a

I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit Somebody gotta do it Look, no more interviews I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl I brought sand to the beach Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my

Anyway, I can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and I'm tired now. Anyway, I've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything is gone and I'm tired now. But don't be scared, I found a good job and I go to work every day on my old

Said we takin' over, one city at a time 'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time If you want to, we can supply you Got enough work, to feed the whole town They won't shoot you, unless you try to Come around and try to stomp on our ground Oh, oh, oh DJ

I'm tryna get this money in a hurry Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' Came back, guess it wasn't workin' I think I'm addicted to the Perkys Run that back Turbo Runnin' 'round on E, pants up to my knees I can't get no sleep, if I ain't got no lean

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite that beams me home What are we coming to? This is killing me I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown Well what am I to do? I know all the things

La da da da da Fuck these niggas Know and know What's your name? How far is a light year? If I was being honest I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day and not skip a meal I'm good I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour Call my momma like

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick, to stop me from that