Eight Hours a Day
(Intro Hook)
Oh man you work so hard (For me)
Oh man you work so hard (For me)
(Hook) x2
Oh man you work so hard (For me)
Eight hours a day
How you try, try, try to make it in the world but very little come your way
(Verse 1)
I got my boots on, crack of dawn, pack the bong I'm out the door
My day is long, still sore from the fuckin' day before
Eight to four, maybe more, do twice the work they pay me for
Bills due, crazy poor, never been this way before
Do my best day to day, pray the stress will fade away
So unfair, no one cares, this is life or so they say..
It's hard to understand I work my knuckles to the bone
Gotta get my rent paid, or I'll be stuck without a home
So I'm out here in the cold rain, no pain.. no gain
Money on my mind, the only thought inside my whole brain
No more bein' nice 'cause that's the guy that finish last, tryna get ahead fast before I'm dead under the grass (Huh)
Check to check, how I live, drinkin' on an empty gut, empty tank in my whip
Empty bank.. but you know what? I just keep on goin', keep on pushin' through the dirt
Feels like I don't got a life 'cause fuckin' all I do is work.. damn
(Hook) x2
Oh man you work so hard (For me)
Eight hours a day
How you try, try, try to make it in the world but very little come your way
(Verse 2)
I got the music on, crack of dawn, stackin' songs, I'm in my zone
Tryna take it up a notch, watch me make it on my own
It's in my blood, it's in my bones, this is what I meant to do
Sharin' my demented views, prayers to God, I sent a few
A better man, I'm trying to be, ain't no label signin' me
My family relyin' on me, I'm hopin' one day finally.. I'll find my place, no time to waste, my grindin' face is always on
I'm tryna chase a dream and get a taste before I'm dead and gone
Out here in the thick of it, to ease the stress I'm stricken with
Nobody makin' money of my name no more, I'm sick of it
Everyday, same routine, gotta play it for my team
Half man, half machine, slayin' fuckin' everything
On the road away from home, excelling in my element
Selling' 'em hella knowledge, survival of the intelligent
I just keep on going, keep on pushin' through the dirt
Better find somethin' you like to do if all you do is work, man (Hah)
(Hook) x2
Oh man you work so hard (For me)
Eight hours a day
How you try, try, try to make it in the world but very little come your way
(Skit)
And you know what, man? You might be a loser sitting at home saying I'm a fat geeky motherfucker. But you go out and you fuckin' make your name known, motherfucker. And you know what they're gonna say? They're gonna say "Awe, he's so dope!" until they meet you in person they're gonna be like, he's a fat geeky motherfucker. But they can't say shit to 'ya, they can't say shit to 'ya because you fucking grilled it
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