Why I Work?

Don't know why I work so long
Ridin' till the wheels fall off
Rhyme it till my throat gets sore
I don't wanna wait no more
Don't know why I work solo
Ridin' till the wheels fall off
Rhyme it till my throat goes sore
I hope that my building won't fall

Thought of power when I think of longevity
Ain't hit up my friends in months can't keep em' close as my enemies
It's sending me
How my routing's showing worse
I pretend to be, a friend of me
Or in a place where it's bountifully, beautifully
Where pockets gon' keep on calling me
Closets gon' fill em all for me
Deposit just so I could see a number that don't belong to me
The little things that be causing me
To wake up all the flaws in me
Wrong decisions prolong with me
Make or break for the quantity
I don't know

Don't know why I work so long
Ridin' till the wheels fall off
Rhyme it till my throat gets sore
I don't wanna wait no more
Don't know why I work solo
Ridin' till the wheels fall off
Rhyme it till my throat goes sore
I hope that my building won't fall



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Flores
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