Aight, now it's getting serious
I gotta talk to these ladies
Cause, I don't think y'all get the point...

Please dont take it personal
But I gotta go and work some more
And I know deep down it hurt ya soul
But Im a blue collar worker, girl(2x)

Now its a long road ahead of me
Eyes wide open trying to rock my flow steadily
Trying to stay focus so these broads dont get to me
But dog it gets hard cuz they sing so heavenly
Humming 'Stay With Me', trying to make my day as sweet
As some Tiombe on a sunday, with a cup of Angel's tea
Im trying to find the happiness that couples claim to be
But its hard to balance loving when you busting over beats
Sounds strange but its hard to explain it over beats
In the lab daily rocking two or three shows a week
Going mad crazy stressing over press and your release
Trying to please labels
while you keep your rep up in the streets
At the same time trying to breathe
And on my down time, trying to find a fine breeze
But see I'm underground, so now I gotta find cheese
Just to take her out to dinner
just to eat and get a kiss up on the cheek
But for me it's even harder
cuz I aint got a car to pick 'em up in
Some chicks already think they put enough in
Plus I'm kind of cute so it's hard for them to trust him
Asking what Im doing every night
like I be screwing every night (what?)
Truth is, I'm bruising every mic that I come across
And every now and then, drop a hundred off
Just so you can fucking floss
but that's not enough for you
So I take another loss
wonderin' why I fucked with you...
knowing I got stuff to do

And I wont take it personal
But deep down it hurt my soul
But I'll just go and work some more
Cuz I'm a blue collar worker, girl(2x)

They say misery loves company...(word?)
But I dont need shit, so dont come to me
And I dont eat dick, so don't cum to me
When u see me in a fucking beamer leaning tuff as fiends with winter fever
Ya nose itching, hoes wishing he was a keeper
Fucked up girl, he was a keeper
Fuck the papers, he was the reefer
Now he's meaner than meaner
Was sweet now he keeps his heart next to his nina
And you used to see him saving up his money from shows
To get her a rose, turning down ridiculous hoes
All he wanted was a chick with his back
but his chippers was wack
Now he adding on the Royce when he Rolls
Sounds smoother with his voice when he flows,
missed out, Keep woofing all you want girl
I'm in a brick house
With a thick spouse, pimped out, blue diamond dripped out
In my helicopter luv, fuck ya little Benz, bounce
Fuck you think i work for huh?

Please dont take it personal
But I gotta go and work some more
And I know deep down it hurt ya soul
But I'm a blue collar worker, girl(2x)


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