Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Workin’ Out - A Colors Show, artist - J.I.D. Date of issue: 07.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Workin’ Out - A Colors Show |
| Look, ugh, on everything |
| I gave everything and got nothing back |
| Ain’t looking for no pat on backs |
| That ain’t how we got where the fuck we at |
| Mama called, «Where the fuck you at?» |
| «On the road, and I ain’t coming back |
| Until my hundred stacks make a hundred racks |
| And that hundred racks bring a bundle back» |
| I was blowin' gas like the Honey Badger |
| J.I.D, bitch, the money snatcher |
| C’est la vie, shit I’m coming after everybody |
| Don’t get the bloody splatter |
| I’m fly and I got my niggas fly too |
| Shit is like buddy passes |
| I wanna cry 'cause I’m numb inside |
| If you wonder why, ask, «What's the matter?» |
| 'Cause I been workin' hella hard, shit ain’t really workin' out |
| I been praying to the Lord, shit ain’t really workin' out |
| I been looking to the stars, keep my head up in the clouds |
| Shit ain’t really workin' out, shit ain’t really workin' out |
| Shit ain’t really workin' out |
| Quiet, don’t explain |
| What is there to gain |
| R.I.P. |
| my nigga Mac and |
| Yeah, okay, shit ain’t really workin' out, huh |
| Now I got a little bread, got my niggas workin' out, damn |
| Baby your ass fat, shit, I can see you workin' out, shit |
| And you got a new job? |
| Tell me, how that shit workin' out? |
| Heh |
| Heard you doing pretty good, yeah, people talk, word of mouth |
| Wasn’t 'round when you had the dirty house |
| Now they won’t leave when you kick 'em out |
| These type of people can’t stick around |
| Only down when there’s liquor 'round or the spliff around |
| That’s why I don’t fuck with niggas now |
| Well I fuck with all my niggas, you know the difference |
| You been living with tunnel vision |
| You and all of your friends are like wonder women |
| Wonder Woman working for it if you ever wanted something |
| Searching for a purpose, I see what you on |
| Difference in how you be using your gifts |
| In the midst of the shit that you dealing with |
| Really specific, you paid attention, panoramic |
| Got the vision like a fer-de-lance |
| You attack and you kill it, sinkin' your teeth with the venom |
| Kinda like me with these instrumentals |
| Or the pen and the pencil or off the- |
| Pimpin' since been pimpin', keep it sensible |
| Since you winning, you a object of ridicule |
| Objects appearing closer than you ready for |
| Obviously you don’t know what’s ahead |
| But that’s the reason you can work 'til you dead |
| I been workin' hella hard, shit ain’t really workin' out |
| I been praying to the Lord, shit ain’t really workin' out |
| I been looking to the stars, keep my head up in the clouds |
| Shit ain’t really workin' out, shit ain’t really workin' out |
| Shit ain’t really workin' out |
| C’mon bruh, come to the booty club one time |
| Throw some of that Dreamville money |