Murs God's Work Lyrics

....The End of the Beginning Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 You and I
  • 2 Dibbs Did This Shit (interlude)
  • 3 What Do You Know?
  • 4 The Scuffle
  • 5 The Night Before...
  • 6 Transitions az a Ridah
  • 7 Happy Pills
  • 8 Risky Business
  • 9 The Dance
  • 10 God's Work
  • 11 Def Cover
  • 12 Please Leave
  • 13 Sore Losers
  • 14 BT$
  • 15 18 w/a Bullet (remix)
  • 16 Brotherly Love
  • 17 Got Damned?
  • 18 Done Deal
  • [Murs]
    I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober
    Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
    Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my stomach settle down
    Then fell into the shower as to let the funk drown
    Put Degree under my arms, turned off the alarm
    You only set it to regret it
    A million things to do but work is where I'm headed
    The dreaded grindstone on the edge of my bed
    I sit and let my mind zone on how fun last night was
    Started with a light buzz that slowly progressed into a full blown fade
    I was trying to get laid, but, got no action
    It was back to the crib for personal satisfaction
    Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
    Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
    I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
    It seems I have 15 minutes to make the 20 minute ride it takes to get to work
    So I fly out the door while I'm putting on my shirt
    Start the car and then I'm off to get in trouble with my boss
    He runs his mouth like a bitch sometimes I wish he'd lay me off
    So that I could lay him out with one little punch right to his fat ass mouth
    But now I'm assed out, 'cause these fools on the freeway
    be driving like they ain't got nowhere to go
    You know those fucks in the fastlane moving hella slow
    Got me yelling at my windshield
    Now it's like 10 'till I want to call in
    Man I think it everyday but I'm not ballin'
    So I got to go get paid and continue the charade of
    Customer service since I don't get commission
    My efforts seem worthless thanks and have a nice day
    'Cause what I got to say even if they were rude
    And gave me attitude it's a shame what I have to do to get written fool

    I work hard
    Goddamn hard
    To keep this roof over my head
    And pay off these credit cards
    I work hard
    Goddamn hard
    So I could pay off all my debt
    And get a house with a yard
    I work hard
    Goddamn hard
    To put that gas off in the tank
    And make the payments on this car
    I work hard
    Goddamn hard
    So I could wild out every weekend
    And buy drinks at the bar

    Try being on the road for 45 days straight
    Road manager's the driver and myself plus 8
    Other motherfuckers and their idio-sympatic
    'Sop brought two-systems he's a video fanatic
    Sunspot got enough weed to give me contact for the month and a half
    PSC got the gas and forever blowing up the spot with his rotten ass
    Of course Grouch brought a task that'll fill his time plot
    Trying to hook Pro-Tools to his new laptop
    Eligh's on the last cot a hypocondriac
    So with him you never know if it's a fever or an act
    Scarub's usually either reading, writing, or sleeping
    And Bicasso needs to use somebodies celly's on the creeping
    Me I'm simply dreaming plotting schemes to get some money
    Almost forgot about Arata but you know
    As we tour throughout the country everybody starts to argue over what we
    watch on tv and who drank the last brew, who's been hating on who
    Maybe throw a punch or two until a virus breaks out
    And how healthy can you be?
    When you getting little sleep and all you eat is take out
    But the show must go on when you live in dusk 'till dawn
    If I don't rap every night, I might lose a fan
    So even if I got the flu I got a mic in my hand
    And I haven't even spoke on the one night stands
    Yeah that might sound fly to the average guy
    But when you got a girl at home you got to let it pass you by
    So I try to play the sidelines
    Watch what they pull, but on a bus full of women, hard to stay faithful
    So I cheat not because I hate my girl because I miss her
    Eventhough she won't believe me when I say I only kissed her
    Been home a couple days and she still won't speak
    Still I got to hit the road again
    Begin another week

    I work hard
    Goddamn hard
    To keep this roof over my head
    And pay off these credit cards
    I work hard
    Goddamn hard
    So I could pay off all my debt
    And get a house with a yard
    I work hard
    Goddamn hard
    To put that gas off in the tank
    And make the payments on this car
    I work hard
    Goddamn hard!

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