Lyrics Dirt - Knowte

I'm a workaholic.
And I'm losing conscious.
Work till days are nights and then I must repeat the process.
Can you hear the voices talking?
Don't know how to stop it.
All I got are empty pockets and my empty wallet.

Don't know who's my target.
But I shoot regardless.
Even if I miss the mark at least a body's dropping.
Limping, I'm barely walking.
I'm not about the gossip.
So they treat me like I am a martian.
Proceed with caution.

Knowte has lost it,
but I'm getting back in it with brand new ammunition.
Sit and listen, pivot positions my lane is never switching.
Barely living, fidget my digits the trigger begins to itching.
Think of quitting, blow my brains you see my disposition.
Do you listen?
No!

All I do is work.
Even when I'm hurt.
Run me to the dirt yeah yeah yeah.
All I do is work.
All I do is work.
All I do is work.

All I do is work.
Even when I'm hurt.
Run me to the dirt yeah yeah yeah.
All I do is work.
All I do is work.
All I do is

Nothing but obsess.
I can't even think or take a step
without doubt breathing down my neck.
So then I rap that I'm the best.
But that sounds just like all the rest.
So tell me how can I expect to think that
cause I try my best that I deserve to get the check.
So then I work myself to death.
I mean I work myself to debt.

Spending all I have that's left.
Life's a gamble and I'm the bet.
There's no guaranteed success.
So I'm prepared to risk it all.
I can't even prep myself to fall.
See me talking to my walls saying...

(Remember that time, you remember that time)
All of your life is nothing but lies.
(Set it aside, just set it aside)
Negative vibes enter your mind.
(Nothing to try, there's nothing to try)
All of your dreams are beginning to die.
(Bills on the rise, you got bills on the rise)
You got payments to kill and freedom to buy so.

All I do is work.
Even when I'm hurt.
Run me to the dirt yeah yeah yeah.
All I do is work.
All I do is work.
All I do is work.

All I do is work.
Even when I'm hurt.
Run me to the dirt yeah yeah yeah.
All I do is work.
All I do is work.
All I do is

Write until my fingers bleed.
Know what I mean?
Over workin's in my family tree.
So check the leaves.
You don't ever want this disease.
Can barely breathe.
Before I used to want the industry to mention me.
See...

I'm the one who gotta make my own lane.
Can't rely on no-one, got no cane.
This life it ain't got novocaine.
It's all pain with no gain.
Know my aim is long range.
You hear the bang, it's time to pray.
Cause I let it rain and know one's safe.
This ain't a game and I'm not okay.

Not even safe from myself.
But you never can tell.
I'm writing from a place to escape from my hell.
The same kid you saw stuck in the shell.
The lyrics are bars that make up my cell.
You're making me yell.

Obsess to the point I can't make a move without thinking I'll fail.
Fall flat on my face and faking I'm well.
So If I start screaming, there's nothing to help.

All I do is work.
Even when I'm hurt.
Run me to the dirt yeah yeah yeah.
All I do is work.
All I do is work.
All I do is work.

All I do is work.
Even when I'm hurt.
Run me to the dirt yeah yeah yeah.
All I do is work.
All I do is work.
All I do is work.

(Work)

(Run me to the dirt.)