From a past life In the long time I was picking up a suit from the dry cleaners Which was standard for me Thursday, 12:30, I gotta pretty solid routine these days I don't know it just works for me Anyway, I was leaving I was getting in my car And I went

You gotta work We gon' find a way Somebody's gotta do it I know the road is deep I know the journey's long So, I've got to carry on And when I'm in too deep I need you to help me to be strong It ain't gonna happen on its own

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

Gotta work me out, make it real Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Just can't stop, once ain't enough Ella me tiene pegao Stuck on a feeling Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Quisiera besarla (mirala) No

Ay, oh, ay, oh, oh We gotta make it work, work Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah

Can you love? Got to get it, got got to get it Got to get it, got got to get it on I can feel it working from the last you know Defeated no more Gotta let this fire keep burning 'Cause I can't seem to let this show Instead of running I keep it slow

'Cause ain't nobody takin' my baby I don't care about an argument I'll still be here tomorrow I gotta room up in the city, we can play finish the bottle I'll pour you up, we'll work on us I wanna be clear, I'm stayin' right here Your heart weighs a ton

Where do we go? Oh, when love is gone Where does it go? I've gotta know Can we work it out? Can we just work it out? Scream and shout 'till we work it out? And after all this time Hanging on to the dead lights

Whippin' Excursion I've gotta pick up that person In the trap house, whipping that work and You're not a gangster, you're just an internet version Whippin' that wurzel You know me, I've got the littlest circle Mrs in the crib, you know I'm keeping that

You can't get enough Girl, you know I set it up for after dark In a whip so low, no one's gotta know No one's gotta know (after dark) Knocking at your door, I don't gotta work anymore I don't gotta work no more (after dark) You can put your phone down