Q3

Yeah
So I work all day, all day, all day
So I work all day
Workin' UberEats, didn't get no sleep

Wishing' of a Bronco, you can keep the Jeep
Wifey on my heels, yes, it's feeling' steep
Didn't hear a peep
Can't do no complainin', baby, children need to eat

So I work all day, all day, all day
So I work all day
You gon' slap me, can't turn up the other cheek
Hammer on my waist, I ain't fixin' nothin', baby

In the grave, you stay, I be switchin' lanes
Yes, I'm runnin' late, droppin' food off
I said, I'll be on the way
Gotta pay the car, gotta pay the light

Bought my wifey dresses and shit that she desire
I be feelin' tired, but I gotta work
I don't even care if it's holes in my shirt
So I work all day, all day, all day

So I work all day
I be wanna scam, that put you in a jam
You be missin' fam, don't be writin' letters
When you in the can, man, I can't stand

Strugglin' for a dollar, shit can get rough
If you pull that dog collar
Hoodie lookin' messy, I don't play no soccer
But I'm a man, father can't bother

But it's pain, still gotta get it
Even if it's in the rain, shit be gettin' strange
She tell me don't strain myself
But if my family fall, I'm gon' blame myself

Like who they gon' call if there ain't no help
I swear the temptations can't tame itself
So, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
So I work all day, all day, all day

So I work all day
Now G-Shocks with the bezel
Audemars
I remember didn't have no car to borrow

I remember bathin' out of buckets
Baby stood next to me like nothin
Father made a table in front of enemies
Now I see the reason why they envy me

I had to pray for it
Baby had to slay for it
Ayy
So I work all day

All day, all day
So I work all day
I had to pray for it
Baby had to slay for it

I had to pray for it
Baby had to slay for it
Ayy



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Writer(s): Deangelo Amos
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