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RATKING

Makeitwork

 

Makeitwork

(album: 700-Fill - 2015)


It's time to think 'bout protection
Every man for himself that's what I start to think
What's with my obsession?
All day, all fucking day feeling like I gotta fucking drink
Feel like I'm infected
With some shit up in my head gotta send me to the shrink
They ain't interested in anything I gotta say
Na, na, na, one thing; ain't listen to lessons
Ain't give a mention
I was on detention, when I wrote all this shit
Still did what I did up on the benches
Ooh, I was restless
I was on the mic, made a mess man, even when I blessed it
Now I feel like I get my chest kicked in, man every time I'm flexing

So I don't flex no more
Cause that's soo hard
When a bitch gets you hard
But you thinking that she led you on
She don't wanna have sex (na more, na) no more
Now stressing more
Can't get enough
Thinking back, back when before
Thinking when less was more
Thinking back, back when before
Thinking less was more

I've been living my whole life just tryna make it work
Whether it's spitting or it's writing tryna make it work
All of these bitches, they lying, man it makes me berserk
Just gotta make it work, just can't seem to make it work

I've been living my whole life just tryna make it work
Whether it's spitting or it's writing tryna make it work
All of these bitches, they lying, man it makes me berserk
Just gotta make it work, just can't seem to make it work

Wanna talk about that, wanna talk about this
Let you talking 'bout, talking 'bout walking 'round with
With ya knife in my neck, man
My job is a mess I clock around 6
And I'm going to 6
If I'm gonna live, gotta spit
Woke up struct by this fucked up feeling I get
Stand up on two legs, I can get through this stress
Nobody, no no one knew what's next
Damn, gotta do my best
Gotta make these tracks
I gotta play these shows
Gotta do this press
When power come really though, who is left?
Now I'm thinking what's new and next
Now I'm thinking bout' the bullshit now
Thinking 'bout true shit
Thinking what's new and next

I've been living my whole life just tryna make it work
Whether it's spitting or it's writing tryna make it work
All of these bitches, they lying, man it makes me berserk
Just gotta make it work, just can't seem to make it work

I've been living my whole life just tryna make it work
Whether it's spitting or it's writing tryna make it work
All of these bitches, they lying, man it makes me berserk
Just gotta make it work, just can't seem to make it work

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