paroles de chanson The WORK (feat. Globetrotta) - Skip Dover

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
They say I'm negative 'cause I expect the worst
Red alert, it's been hell on Earth
I'd rather live in the sky instead of dead in dirt
You won't know what heaven's worth until you know what hell is first
Idle hands make the devil work
Idolize false prophets, googling net-worths
The net ain't worth nothing, it's a smokescreen
Screen-staring, wondering why your neck is hurt
And you ain't got no green
I just laugh at the whole thing
Leave it to the spider to untangle the web
We think we alright but we're isosceles, too equal, no angles is left
Chopping samples 'till I realized I'm the sample instead
Lead by example and your camp will get fed
You lie on kings, you'll either die from the fall
Or get trampled to death
I'll never call, I'll never answer your texts
I give my all to the people I love, music gets half of what's left
Meanwhile, they're trying to cancel my breath

I don't wanna go to work
But I've got to go to work
Acting real extra for an introvert
Don't forget who said it first
Idle hands make the devil work
I never said it never hurts
Idle hands make the devil work
Lately it feels like we've been cursed
Idle hands make the devil work
Devil's lettuce getting burnt
Idle hands make the devil work
Everyone wants it, you've got to get it first
Now you've got to get this work

You're getting beta-fied by the alphabets
I been verified, that's without a check
Outside, never terrified about a threat
Bet I'll be home when they slide, like Jason Varitek
Very technical, I'll let the Tec erase you
Dewy decimal, how I arrange the paper
Peruse the vestibule, this frame is ancient
Ain't you the same one hating, coming back
Praying I save you every time you're fake in danger
Dangerous mind, I smoke the most flavorous kind
I hope it saves me this time
No telling where my heart's at when my brain's intertwined
That's just the way I'm designed, beware of these angel dust rhymes
Not from the jungle, but I swang from the vines
I'm pouring vino, breaking bud up
My bitch speaking broken English
Tip the hostess and the busboy, the most distinguished
Far from broke and fiendish
Truths and a lie, they're trying to play both sides like Newt Gingrich

I don't wanna go to work
But I've gotta go to work
Acting real extra for an introvert
Don't forget who said it first
Idle hands make the devil work
I never said it never hurts
Idle hands make the devil work
Lately it feels like we've been cursed
Idle hands make the devil work
Devil's lettuce getting burnt
Idle hands make the devil work
Everyone wants it, you've gotta get it first
Now you've gotta get this work