Lyrics:

Ha, alright
I work daily, just so I can earn savings
Never burn it man I'm saving for that Mercedes
The chauffeur's getting mad and he's stir crazy
cuz I'm being lazy make him stay up on the curb waiting
Momma worried I ain't really been to church lately
Then I wonder, is this planet even worth saving?

I don't think so, The world seems so
Crazy over money and these bitches that can deep throat
And I don't need dough, all I need's bitches
A kinda bitch you call a bitch you gonna need stitches
A type of chick that's kinda rich I'm talking ski tripping
A kinda chick with credit cards that don't need limits
Good Grief she sees that I'm a beast with it
Skin the color coffee lemme put a little cream in it
Kobe for the beef don't season it
Give a hoe a diamond and I guarantee she's keeping it

Real shit, man I've never peeled clips
But at least I beat the beat up with real fists
Imma ill kid, skilled I built the kill switch
A real prince, I feel like a legend will smith AHH

Work Daily (prod. by T-Dirty)

Sometimes it feels like I'm falling apart
I'm in my head all day at night I follow my heart
I thought I had you figured out, and I was wrong from the start
It kind of feels like I just swallowed a dart
Like getting lost in the dark

But I've been fine with it
Blindfold tightened and double knotted it's quite vivid
Tripping over inconsequential shit every five minutes
I'm losing my cool
But I'ma relish in the moment it's what I usually do

I like to overthink it till my soul's broken to pieces
I go from hopeless romantic to just alone and defeated
I know these demons in my head, they don't want me to sleep
but I'm downing double whiskeys till I'm falling off of that deep end

I think I'm drowning
and I'm thinking about it, and it don't sound bad
Look deep in my eyes and you'll get frowned at
I sink to the bottom of this bottle in this brown bag
and I don't think I'm ever gonna rebound or bounce back

I'm not that optimistic
I see the dark in the distance
Depression's creeping up and I can hardly resist it
And I see what could've been and part of me gets it
but I'ma need more than a few shooting stars for this wish list

I got dreams and I want my slate to be mopped clean
I'm racing for your heart but I didn't make it to top speed
I hate that I'm not first but did I place in your top three?
I'm patient but can't chase all these lost flings
I can't wait for no false queens

Yeah, it all seems bittersweet
I bet I'll be the one you won't forget you gon' remember me
I thought you were the one, life's a puzzle you're the missing piece
But in the end I see that it's not meant to be
And I feel incomplete

Jkol