I'm always giving my everything I'll be stickin' to the heavy liftin' A little heavy liftin' Even when I'm hurting I keep on working And as long as I'm still alive and kickin' I hit the ground running With the morning sun When a job needs doing

Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of It took so long, for me to realize How strong your heart is And all this time, my mind was working In strange ways Through the love in your eyes Sharp turn, my mind is a blur Slow passage through the air

Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollas You say that you a baller And I see you tryna holla But that ain't how I was brought up Working for my money 'Cause that's what my momma taught me So yo ass betta show me some respect

Across the world I've seen People and places Could be the same But with a different name. And boy, I've got the Birmingham Blues. Working on the road across this great big world I've been rolling like a stone, I never get back home Yes, I've been

I'll make you better I know you're working for it You've been working here all night long Let me see if I can give you better Even when I'm far and gone She want it all (she want it all) She workin' hard for the money, she want it all Why she fucking

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

I've gone from one to one too many And the thing that really gets me Is how your memory drowns the whiskey Whiskey's supposed to drown the memory All the folks down in Lynchburg, Tennessee Been working hard for good ol' boys like me I don't wanna be the

I can't stop thinking 'bout you I can't get high, I can't get by, I can't get through (I want you all) 3 A.M. and my neighbors hate me Music blasting, shaking these walls This time Mary Jane won't save me I've been working later, I've been drinking

I call it house work 'Cause it's life work (Whatcha, whatcha gon' do?) I'mma throw shapes Feelin' the base to my feet hurt But I'm gon' throw shade if I don't get paid for this house work Would you come along And to leave I'm working Every weekend

Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you Going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman givin' me advice I want to love you so bad, I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women under my command I