Текст песни Work (These Boots) - Good Ol' Boyz

Good Ol' Boyz
Work (These Boots)

(JB Weld)
These boots got life. These boots got soul
Never complaining about the rain and the cold
Mud tracks left every step I strolled
These boots help me dig myself up out of a hole

These boots, these boots, these boots, these boots
These boots kick ass. They don't take no names
Put them on and make money. They don't play no games
They look a little tired but they feel just fine
These boots put in overtime
Lace them up and just work, work, work, work
Lace them up and just work, work, work, work
Lace them up and just work, work, work, work

(Remington)
Men wear boots and boys got sneakers
Put tools in my truck. Not 10-in speakers
I stay laced up and I don't show no weakness
These boots kick dust and they stomp out tweakers
No contracts, no tax and papers
Just cash in hand underneath the table
I'm a grown ass man. Take my hand and shake it
These boots give quotes, not fashion statements
But still my girl try to steal my thunder
Asking, who's bed have your boots been under?
I work all day so you don't have to wonder
The only thing I'm nailing when I'm gone is lumber
These boots all go and they're not for show
Unless I work till the steels showing out of the toe
I go and grind like a mother, Don't get no thanks
But over times got me moonwalking down to the bank

(JB Weld)
These boots got life. These boots got soul
Never complaining about the rain and the cold
Mud tracks left every step I strolled
These boots help me dig myself up out of a hole

These boots, these boots, these boots, these boots
These boots kick ass. They don't take no names
Put them on and make money. They don't play no games
They look a little tired but they feel just fine
These boots put in overtime
Lace them up and just work, work, work, work
Lace them up and just work, work, work, work
Lace them up and just work

Duct tape for the cuts and scrapes
I'm a man of my work. I don't fuck with flakes
Never put a man down or the money he makes
He got twelve hour shifts. You're still running the eights
Let me guess, you have a 9 to 5
And you ride on the weekend in your side by side
You couldn't stay faithful to your ride or die
Because of all of the pussy you were blinded by
I'ma eyeball it right no measuring tapes
I'ma get off late and I don't take no breaks

I'ma run out this paper I'ma staple it to the base
Smooth out the corners, I'ma fix all my mistakes
I'ma buy me a new pair
One day these boots got age
For now they still got life might rock them right to the grave
Lace em up and just work! Work, work, work, work
Lace em up and just work! Work, work, work, work

These boots got life. These boots got soul
Never complaining about the rain and the cold
Mud tracks left every step I strolled
These boots help me dig myself up out of a hole

These boots, these boots, these boots, these boots
These boots kick ass. They don't take no names
Put them on and make money. They don't play no games
They look a little tired but they feel just fine
These boots put in overtime
Lace them up and just work, work, work, work

Theses boots are made for stomping
And that's just what they'll do
And one of these days these boots are going to
Stomp all over you
Everybody just work, work, work, work
Lace em up and just work! Work, work, work
Lace em up and just work