Working my money ‘till I get gold When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again Every Friday mornin' 'Cause I can't get enough 100 Percent, yeah, pure grindin' Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The world ain't give me much, I'm

We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now Here we are, don't turn away now, As a child you would wait And watch from far away But you always knew that you'd be the one That work while they all play In youth you'd lay

Car wash yeah At the car wash (Car wash, yeah) (Work and work) And the boss don't mind sometimes if you act a fool Whoa whoa whoa whoa

She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful Toying somewhere between love and abuse Calling to join

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

Set the children free I'm gonna cry cry cry Momma loves to work, Daddy loves to play Sometimes Daddy gotta go far away I'm too young to go quiet in the night Try to put me to sleep, I'm gonna give you a fight Wake you up a 5 am, before the sunrise I'll

Come a little closer baby I feel like layin' you down So come a little closer baby I feel like lettin' go I feel like strippin' it down On a bed of sweet surrender Where we can work it all out There ain't nothin' that love can't fix Girl it's right here

Slowly you fade Slowly it fades Many tribes of a modern kind, Doing brand new work, same spirit by side, Joining hearts and hand and ancestral twine, ancestral twine Give it time and wonder why Do what we can laugh an we cry And we sleep in your dust

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!" 'Cause baby you're a firework Come on show 'em what your worth As you shoot across the sky-y-y Baby you're a firework Come on let your colors burst You're gonna leave 'em fallin' down down down Boom, boom, boom Even brighter

Mama said I was bad, I did something to her head. Well, I was born on a Sunday; on Thursday I had me a job. I was born on a Sunday; by Thursday I was workin' out on the job. I ain't never had no day off since I learned right from wrong. And poppa threw