a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de work - mikill pane

[verse 1: rizzle]
yo six in the morning
hop on my bmx feeling fresh (paperboy)
distributing people text
right to the place you’re living
that’s not the only time that i deliver words with precision
yes i might argue for the fact that i’ve got better rhymes
check the way i handle bars
i’m on a freaking pedal bike
i’m ahead i’m the next in line
duuuh i came to give you somethin’ like an sti
never mind next job yeah kitchen worker
i was flipping verses quicker than burgers
l!cking my fingers and serving
while thinking of syllables
working with different versions of tracks
i wanna rap yo
i’m still putting chicken in buns since
i’m still getting chicks in abundance
believe i run this dreaming of drumkicks no drumsticks this ain’t working properly
but when i got my pen in my hand you ain’t the boss of me
safe

[hook: sylvester]
back in my home town you don’t get stuff for free
right now i’m gonna take what i’m owed now
then work all day and week
i got my education (education)
my reputation (my reputation)
education reputation
education (oh-oh-oh) reputation

[verse 2: mik!ll pane]
ey yo, i never gave a sh-t about a wage
i’m glad you made my fee cease
i’ll count to one while you think about it mate (one b-tch)
time’s up
you must be slow
now count yourself lucky that i ain’t used a faster flow
this is to every single boss that ever asked me to go
before i got the chance to quit with a sarky tone
and just so every single one of you b-st-rds know
the only job i ever get now starts with blow
you were just a m-ssive moaner like a particular drawing
putting me through sh-t i’m sure was not within the law
if i say i want my masters it doesn’t mean i wanna be your slave
it means i own all my original recordings
my bars were incredibly sick but i was clocking up so many f-cking hours i developed a tick
so it’s logical that numbers are history
‘cos add 9 to 5 (and) it’s impossible to come up with 60

[hook]

[verse 3: rizzle]
yo, yo, yo
i’m a loose cannon there’s no wonder why they fired me (tell em n-gga)
p-ss the lighter please i’d like to spark him out (slap!)
what a jerk and last week my grandma didn’t die i just didn’t wanna work
f-ck off i wanna work and i’m honest and if i’m honest you’re not
jennifer aniston in “horrible bosses” so drop it
before i drop in with my lyrics like at this rate i won’t work at this rate
suck it have a sick day

[verse 4: mik!ll pane]
the devil’s got the answer but he’s got a price though
he started doing deals for it a long time ago
but for reasons beyond my control
i was working in a shoe-shop selling the wrong type of sole
i still ain’t brave enough to try and speak to satan
but music pays enough to buy weed and trainers
so even if i earn a little bit i don’t give a d-mn
i’m just doing this for kicks like a rizzle fan

[hook]

- mikill pane

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS