I Do Work, Son

Duration

4:00

Genres

Synth Pop

Description

Lyrics

I'm stuck in your brain... like economics. every word that you say... hooked on phonics. i spin hits day to day.. like DJ Bonics. and the sky might have fallen... but i'm still on it. Cloud Nine's where i stay super sonic... written everyday schedules.. cause i'm on it. it's paper i chase... you're old news like Myspace. follow my footsteps i'll erase creative without a trace start a trend you can't follow not even twitter could swallow. i'm a dime piece figure, i turn pennies into dollars. Bridge when you see me you'll holla i'm not your everyday scholar not tall enough to ride the rides, but i'm driving impala's my beats my stereo's break, sizzle bitches like steak, lemme see ya, lemme see ya shake ya ass til it breaks Chorus: I do work, i do work, i do work son! x4 i do work, i do work, i do work son x4 (vocoders & echoes) While you're out getting plastered i do my work til it's mastered i make my own beats and you buy yours off napster i sew my own clothes i write my own rhymes don't got no spare time but i got a gang sign. ass shakin', glass breakin' too legit to be fakin' money makin', finger wavin' to the kids who be hatin'. vibratin, pulsatin' from the beats i be makin goodies bakin', you'll be cravin' all the shit i'm creating (i do work son, i do i do work son) Bridge when you see me you'll holla i'm not your everyday scholar not tall enough to ride the rides, but i'm driving impala's my beats my stereo's break, sizzle bitches like steak, lemme see ya, lemme see ya shake ya ass til it breaks Chorus