Girl put in work, girl girl put in work All that money, the money is the motive All that money, the money she be folding Girl put in work From the morning to the evening Complaints from the tenants Got the walls kicking like they six months pregnant

Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to