Текст песни Hardwork - Sonnyjim

Yes, he was international, he was the man
Yeah, the best that ever did it, you know what I'm saying
Yeah, hell yeah
Did his teachings actually shape your philosophy?
Yeah, yeah, I listened from the beginning all the way to the end

John Matrix, I push the Dr. Spock spaceship
Waffles on the block, paving
The blocks raving
I'm cross training
I'm at the top stock trading
Stop hating
I put the long days in
Picture painting, patience
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At my easel, articulating
This is sacred
The script fits the mission statement
I'm blazing in the basement decision making
100 miles and running
The hook'll clean your clock McLovin
Jobs a good'n, don't knock it youngen
Life is great, I'm out in space bumping Isaac Hayes
We bun Hawaiian Grape
I Say Grace

I'm a hard workin' man
I'm doing the best I can
Gonna drive me to my grave
I'm a hard workin' man
I'm doing the best i can
Gonna drive me to my grave

Beat the punani, eat unagi
I'm in the lobby at the Inter Conti
Back in India like Indira Ghandi
Me and my Kimosabe
16bit Atari
'96 Huarache sprinting past the federali
I got two zeds of Lemon on me
Likkle bit of dizzle in my watermelon Slushy
I'm dipping on a desert in a buggie
Back at the rack the chef prepares a Teppanyaki
Fam, I've been about it
From way back when I was ticking ounces
Traps in different houses
You don't know shit about it
Your vision clouded
I stack dough, sit and count it
You got a shit accountant
I went from selling drugs to the tennis club
Put a chicken in a fur and a Fendi clutch
Forty pound Porter House
I just bought them out
Celebrate with a Rioja and a quarter ounce

I'm a hard workin' man
I'm doing the best I can
Gonna drive me to my grave
I'm a hard workin' man
I'm doing the best I can
Gonna drive me to my grave

Rowdy Roddy Piper
Dodgy driver
Push the gas with my foot in the Benassi slider
You push a Morris Minor
Push up your lighter
I blaze the tree like a forest fire
I ain't no Maradonna
I'm a man of honour
Making money off my tree like an apple farmer
Wha s'happenin', partner
I'm out in Bratislava
Smoking marijuana, sipping hand-crafted lager
We selling powder
Twenty pounder at the deli counter
Sniff the shit that give you special power
I know the game like Beckenbauer
I roll the Lemon Sour
Buds are big like bouquets of wedding flowers
Aristocratic gambler
I'm with the baggage handler
Mans in Madagascar bumping Ravi Shanker
Slippy salamander
Big up my clique like Adam Sandler
I spit that Abra Cadabra

I'm a hard workin' man
I'm doing the best I can
Gonna drive me to my grave
I'm a hard workin' man
I'm doing the best I can
Gonna drive me to my grave