Milk & Honey Rare Americans

[Pre-Chorus]
Isn't it lovely?
The money, the countries, the places you get to stay?
Isn't it funny?
Too much milk and honey
Your hunger has gone away

[Chorus]
I get up, I get down, I get all around
I get up, I get down, I get all around
I am done with punching clocks
I am buried in the flock
I am banging on your door
Knock, knock, knock

[Verse 1]
You got some nerve to say
All I do is play
I'm working you every single fucking day
I'm all over it baby, hustle, focus
I don't give a shit about your hocus pocus
Beauty in the struggle, I ain't gonna stop
'Till the breath leaves my body I'ma drop these bops
No need for validation
Got my concentration
Treetop dreams, green aspirations
Graduation, celebrations (Hard work!)
Dedication (Big time paychecks!)
Huh, compensation
Stick to the plan 'till it sticks to you
Beginners are a dime a dozen and finishers are few