Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard The bigger the bill, the harder you ball Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long The quicker you here, the faster you go That's why where I come from the only thing we know is Work, work, work, work, work,

But don't think I don't think about it Don't think I don't have regrets Don't think it don't get to me Between the work and the hurt and the whiskey Don't think I don't wonder 'bout Could've been, should've been all worked out I know what I felt, and I

My legs are dangling off the edge, The bottom of the bottle is my only friend, A stomach full of pills didn't work again, So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow, Yeah I'll see you tomorrow. I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone,

I just may walk up in Saks Good all ways, all work, no play, just juug I can't fuck you right now, no I gotta juug I take off, no jet lag Big old gun in a duffel bag Still got niggas on the block, yeah If we go broke, it's back to that Spend that shit,

Nothing works Oh and nothing works I've tried nothing and I'm out of ideas I tried nothing and I'm out of ideas I was clear That I forgot

(I'm feeling better since you know me) (I was a lonely soul, but that's the old me) It's been a long time coming since I've seen your face I've been everywhere and back trying to replace Heart still beating but it's not working But with you, I feel again

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

Got a lot of blood and it's cold So offended that I had to double check They keep tryna get me for my soul Thankful for the women that I know Can't go fifty-fifty with no hoe I'm workin' on dyin' Fifty thousand on my head, it's disrespect

We can work it out, We can work it out. Try to see it my way, Life is very short, and there's no time For fussing and fighting, my friend. I have always thought that it's a crime, So I will ask you once again. Only time will tell if I am right or I am

My generation is zero I never made it as a working class hero 21st century breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I'm losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell A welfare child where