Work Clothes Lyrics

This for when I couldn't eat

This for when I couldn't sleep

Only thinking bout s

Since I seem to slip the z

Days when my address

Didn't match my ID

SOL but still

SOLID

I had goals to achieve

And the goal

To be free

And it's crazy cause these

Bars

Were ironically the key

So I tilt my head high

Eyes low as gravity

I got Jordans on my feet

space jam on wheat

So toast to the days

Where every night

I slaved

To my dream yeah

To my dream like

Chase

The money only helped

Me see the difference

In ya face

I'm hungry so I had

To eat whatever

On the plate

Ouu

This is only icing

On the cake

Green lights

Ahead

All gas no brakes

Work all day

No pause no breaks

And when I'm done grinding

I unlace off

My skates

Tired, I been up way to long

Out on the road

I still haven't been home

I haven't been fresh

Im still in my work clothes

I need to get dressed

I'm still in my work clothes

Up all the time

Man I need a damn clone

You can hit my line

But don't talk business

On the phone

Lately all the stress

Put me right in my zone

Lately all the stress

Put me right in control

I'm blessed

I know it

I'm high

Don't blow it

You stressed

You show it

I save it

You blow it

I'm fly

I'm focused

I'm high

I'm focused

Its so hard to open

When you close to blowing

Life is what you make it

So I chose to be a painting

She say every stroke amazing

That And I'm that Fascinating

Listen to my heart beat

Through these words I'm

Saying

I can't help

That I'm not taking back

A thing

Like spine replacement

Talk to you bout what?

What is it you saying?

Scissors on ya tongue

Cut the conversation

I'm so focused

On my destination

That Go got me waiting

In my mind

I first had to climb

Higher elevation

It took time

Something you can't buy

Now I'm celebrating

Grind

Yeah I had to slide

Rails told me they aching

Fine

Tell me one more time

Love to hear you say it

Aw yeah

I know that it's mine

You know I'm Not playing

Yeah

Controller on the floor

Money in my clothes

Smoke

I rolled

Make you choke

Gold

I'm gone own

Woah

All my money cloned

Work

Then I go home

Put in work

Then work from

Home

Till the work is gone

Use ya ears

And eyes

And watch me like ya tone

Bitches with my dogs

The dig us like some bones

I know what i want

I cant get that home

Either way it go

This the path i'm on