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blu collar workers - blu & exile lyrics

aight, now it’s getting serious
i gotta talk to these ladies, cause
i don’t think y’all get the point
do you know who i am?

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

now it’s a long road ahead of me
eyes wide open trying to rock my flow steadily
trying to 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 trying to 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
trying to please labels while you keep your rep up in the streets
at the same time trying to breathe
and on your down*time, trying to 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 them 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 scr*w*ng 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 f*cking floss, but that’s not enough for you
so i take another loss, wondering why i f*cked with you
knowing i got stuff to do

and i won’t take it personal
but deep down it hurt my soul
but i’ll just go and work some more
cause i’m a blue collar worker, girl
and i won’t take it personal
but deep down it hurt my soul
but i’ll just go and work some more
cause i’m a blue collar worker, girl

they say misery loves company… (word?)
but i don’t need sh*t, so don’t come to me
and i don’t eat d*ck, so don’t cum to me
when you see me in a f*cking beamer leaning tough as fiends with winter fever
your nose itching, hoes wishing he was a keeper
f*cked up girl, he was a keeper
f*ck the papers, sh*t, he was the reefer
now he’s meaner than meaner
was sweet now he keeps his heart next to his nina
and you used to see him, saving up his money from shows
to get her a rose, turning down ridiculous hoes
all he wanted was a chick with his back, but his chippers was wack
now he adding on the royce when he rolls
sounds smoother with his voice when he flows, missed out
keep woofing all you want girl, i’m in a brick house
with a thick spouse, pimped out, blue diamond dripped out
in my helicopter love, f*ck your little benz, bounce
what you think i work for huh?

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
and 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

now
now y’all know i love y’all
you know wha’ i’m saying? ladies
but y’all be fronting and sh*t (for real)
y’all be acting like y’all don’t want me to work
and then when i don’t work, y’all act like
i don’t do enough work
i need more cheese, and i need this
and you need that, f*ck that!
but hey, don’t take it personal

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
so 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

- blu exile lyrics

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