I'm a hard, hard workin man I got it all on the line For a peace of the promised land I'm burnin' my candle at both ends 'Bout the only way to keep the fire goin' Is to outrun the wind I'm a hard workin' man I wear a steel hard hat I can ride, rope,

Someday it will come together Someday we will work it out I know we can turn it up all the way ('Cause this is our someday) Someday is what we make it Someday is like here and now What way what way what way 'Cause this is our someday Oh oh oh oh oh

Just step right into my heart Come a little closer, don't tell me that it's over Work it out, work it out just next to nothing I can be your kind of lover We can work it out, let me show what I can do, I can be your kind of lover Now you say you're

I know we can make it, I know that we can I know damn well that we can work it out Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (all my life) Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get) Without dealin' with these killers and these cowards (can I can can) I don't

Tudutudutudu, fuck you too Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes Never wear your heart on

It's gonna be a long one But I'm paying my way I'll be working all night long Well, you can't just get what you want Without a little work a day And you can't just stick out your hand No, it doesn't work that way And there's not much joy in the work

Anna please turn around, we'll work it out somehow Anna don't turn me down, there's still a chance if we can hold out once more 'Cause we started out with love, that was more than enough And that's a lot to give up Even if you turn and walk away, love

This time, this time Things'll work out just fine We won't let you slip away We won't let you leave this way If you want you can will it You can have it I can put it right there in your hands I can feel the weight Feel the weight

(In my hood) Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane Five heartbeats left My homie off of Eddie Road He thinks he a damn chef Everybody schemed out Don’t nobody wanna work I was with him last week Now I got his name on my damn shirt (in my hood)

It's been a week without me 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 it out, work it out now Eat your salad, no dessert Get that man you deserve Move