[Intro]
Aight, now it's getting serious (Please don't take it personal)
I gotta talk to these ladies, 'cause... (But I gotta go and work some more)
I don't think y'all get the point (And I know deep down it hurt your soul)
Do you know who I am? (But I'm a blue collar worker, girl)
Come on!
[Chorus]
Now please don't take it personal
But I gotta go and work some more
And I know deep down it hurt your soul
But I'm a blue collar worker, girl
[Verse 1]
Now it's a long road ahead of me
Eyes wide open, tryna rock my flow steadily
Tryna stay focused so these broads don't get to me
But dog, it gets hard 'cause they sing so heavenly
Humming "Stay With Me" trying to make my day as sweet
As some Tiombe on a Sunday, with a cup of Angel's tea
I'm tryna find the happiness that couples claim to be
But it's hard to balance loving when you busting over beats
Sounds strange, but it's hard to explain it over beats
In the lab daily, rocking two or three shows a week
Going mad crazy, stressing over press and your release
Tryna please labels while you keep your rep up in the streets
At the same time, tryna breathe
And on your down time, tryna find a fine breeze
But see I'm underground, so now I gotta find cheese
Just to take her out to dinner, just to eat and get a kiss up on the cheek
And for me it's even harder, 'cause I ain't got a car to pick 'em up in
So chicks already think they put enough in
Plus I'm kind of cute so it's hard for them to trust him
Asking what I'm doing every night like I be screwing every night (What?)
Truth is I'm bruising every mic that I come across
And every now and then, drop a hundred off
Just so you can fucking floss, but that's not enough for you
So I take another loss, wondering why I fucked with you
Knowing I got stuff to do
Aight, now it's getting serious (Please don't take it personal)
I gotta talk to these ladies, 'cause... (But I gotta go and work some more)
I don't think y'all get the point (And I know deep down it hurt your soul)
Do you know who I am? (But I'm a blue collar worker, girl)
Come on!
[Chorus]
Now please don't take it personal
But I gotta go and work some more
And I know deep down it hurt your soul
But I'm a blue collar worker, girl
[Verse 1]
Now it's a long road ahead of me
Eyes wide open, tryna rock my flow steadily
Tryna stay focused so these broads don't get to me
But dog, it gets hard 'cause they sing so heavenly
Humming "Stay With Me" trying to make my day as sweet
As some Tiombe on a Sunday, with a cup of Angel's tea
I'm tryna find the happiness that couples claim to be
But it's hard to balance loving when you busting over beats
Sounds strange, but it's hard to explain it over beats
In the lab daily, rocking two or three shows a week
Going mad crazy, stressing over press and your release
Tryna please labels while you keep your rep up in the streets
At the same time, tryna breathe
And on your down time, tryna find a fine breeze
But see I'm underground, so now I gotta find cheese
Just to take her out to dinner, just to eat and get a kiss up on the cheek
And for me it's even harder, 'cause I ain't got a car to pick 'em up in
So chicks already think they put enough in
Plus I'm kind of cute so it's hard for them to trust him
Asking what I'm doing every night like I be screwing every night (What?)
Truth is I'm bruising every mic that I come across
And every now and then, drop a hundred off
Just so you can fucking floss, but that's not enough for you
So I take another loss, wondering why I fucked with you
Knowing I got stuff to do
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