Текст песни Work - PoorBoyLuke

Im not normal but im ok
Even tho im not right in my mind
I might go off any fuckin minute and tend to be a victim of it time to time
Aint nobody like me but thats ok
And im kinda ugly yeah ok
And i got no money HOLD UP WAIT
You try to put me in these little categories thinkin
That i wouldnt have the gull to make up rhythms thatll hold up any weight
Im the diamond in the rough a prophet from the trailer park
And now i wanna piece of everybody cake
I know where im about to go because of my mistakes
I know Im capable of gathering a lot of hate
I know I'm takin gambles on my future that depend on people pushin play
And hopin that they bump it and relate
So im gunna have to work

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Man im almost out of
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I aint never had a dream of havin all the money til i realized that if im makin money
Then im takin it from other motherfuckers that be puttin all this bullshit in the game
And every other record sound the same
So everyday im all up on the grind i rap about it all the time im gettin sick of lettin other people know
Aint nobody givin love to poorboyluke a lot of little lyric ima let you lather it
Dream about the day that you can battle it
Couldnt even round me up or cattle it but thats ok cuz barely i can even handle it

Im on a warpath but I wont speak too loud
Take no prisoners on the battleground
Put yo thumb in the air if you feel me now
And catch a ride all the way to the underground
We got

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Man im almost out of
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All day all night i
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There aint nobody like us
Do not play the radio around us cuz we prone to pluggin in our phones to the auxilary
And show you what is really on the streets
Now tell me what is happenin
I think we formin into one big entity of people of who dont care what others think
I swear im on the brink
Of fattenin and paddin up my resume of all the inconsiderate dilligerent deliveries I demonstrate
Im a qualified candidate
Gimme somin to laminate
Hang it on the wall above my studio so anybody talkin shit can have a reason for their indescrapancies
Puttin out the neck of thee to build me up legacy
And my mother mary always used to tell me let it be

Im gettin down on bended knee
And askin hip hop if she'll marry me
Even though we sometimes have disparities
I ask her with a written speech that read like a soliloquy
And when she looked right down at me
And said "Boy, you gunna have to"

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Man im almost out of
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