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Oluwatobiloba (Yeah!) Ki lon shele Ayy, mi lord Na wa o! Yessa Long time no see Freedom ain't free That mean I been Workin' Workin', workin', workin' Workin', work, work Workin', workin', workin' I'm workin' Workin' Workin', workin', workin' Workin', workin' Yeah, still I rise, like dust in a sandstorm Still I shine like single mother’s eyes on Graduation night 'cause papa ain’t made it and They ain’t think that you'd make it but They got you mistaken, huh Weight too heavy to lift your chest off the mat Your hands too heavy to pat yourself on the back I recall days of innocence (Rrr) SongtextePlaying on PlayStations, we played the middle men Backwards living I beg to differ its action Racks to get it, I had to split with the mandem (Rrr) You can’t match precision I passed the limit of any massive digit A mathematician could fathom Back to get it whenever I'm in the mood (Mood) Riding through the city, looking pretty, I’m living proof (Ayy) I ain’t in the, I ain't in the mood for no interviews Calluses in my hand, I ain’t no stranger to putting the work in! Workin', workin', workin' Workin' Workin', workin', workin' Workin', workin' I'm workin' Workin', workin', workin' I'm workin' Workin', workin', workin' Workin', workin' Fool me once, got over the bump, workin' Fool me twice, fuck 'em for life, workin' (Yeah) Yeah, some of my brothers still run from police Still clutching the heat Steal watches and purses Still nothing to creep J.LO wedding planner in the opening scene Some still stuck in the streets (Yeah) But I digress, behold all the benefits Two parent home yet he hoped for the opposite Communication breakdowns are heavy on the heart (Mmm) The things left unsaid are tearing us apart (Oh) Yeah, 20 years in like a whole century When it ain't working! Workin', workin', workin' Workin' Workin', workin', workin' Workin', workin' I'm workin' Workin', workin', workin' I'm workin' Workin', workin', workin' Workin', workin' Fool me once, got over the bump, workin' Fool me twice, fuck 'em for life, workin' (Yeah) (Ayy) It ain’t over 'til you say it is, it isn’t for real (Yeah) Almost wrote myself off, lonely nights in the ‘Ville (Yeah) 'Til I linked with the kid outta Richmond Hill Fast forward a calendar year, we up in the Hills working! While I read all the books I perform my own stunts yeah that's me on the hooks And I body your favorite rapper by the top of the morning And sing your baby girl to sleep by the end of the night Y’all ain't half as nice You just braggin' for braggin' rights The price for the best things in life is sacrifice How it feel, when every year feel like yo' turn The hype thrives and dies I got the slow burn Grabba in the backwood Sour diesel preferred, but I settle for the haze If it's purple I'ma straight Work it! Workin', workin', workin' Workin' Workin', workin', workin' Workin', workin' I'm workin' Workin', workin', workin' I'm workin' Workin', workin', workin' Workin', workin' Fool me once, got over the bump, workin' Fool me twice, fuck 'em for life, workin' (Yeah) Ah, ah, ah, yeah, yeah (Workin') Ah, ah, alright (Workin') Ah, ah, alright (Workin') Ah yeah alright Aus Songtexte Mania