Hang it up, work it out, expiration dates don't wait for no one
Hang it up, work it out, this prescribed life on track for a slow death
Hang it up, a little discretion, tremendous cost of living even more for loving
Hang it up, work it out, expiration dates don't wait for no one
Romance of purpose, the art of importance
Strain of choice, a hustle, a hassle, a new-found self-worth
Detrimental existence, the audacity to feel ok, exception to affection
Love child: it's called love, child.
It hits ya, it hits ya, it hits ya, goddamn!
The very thought of a full heart
My own volition: a violation
The audacity to feel ok
Tremendous cost of living tremendous cost of loving
Work it out, work it out, yeah work it out
Sweat - Love Child Lyrics
Sweat - Love Child Lyrics
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Hang it up, work it out, expiration dates don't wait for no one
Hang it up, work it out, this prescribed life on track for a slow death
Hang it up, a little discretion, tremendous cost of living even more for loving
Hang it up, work it out, expiration dates don't wait for no one
Romance of purpose, the art of importance
Strain of choice, a hustle, a hassle, a new-found self-worth
Detrimental existence, the audacity to feel ok, exception to affection
Love child: it's called love, child.
It hits ya, it hits ya, it hits ya, goddamn!
The very thought of a full heart
My own volition: a violation
The audacity to feel ok
Tremendous cost of living tremendous cost of loving
Work it out, work it out, yeah work it out
Hang it up, work it out, this prescribed life on track for a slow death
Hang it up, a little discretion, tremendous cost of living even more for loving
Hang it up, work it out, expiration dates don't wait for no one
Romance of purpose, the art of importance
Strain of choice, a hustle, a hassle, a new-found self-worth
Detrimental existence, the audacity to feel ok, exception to affection
Love child: it's called love, child.
It hits ya, it hits ya, it hits ya, goddamn!
The very thought of a full heart
My own volition: a violation
The audacity to feel ok
Tremendous cost of living tremendous cost of loving
Work it out, work it out, yeah work it out
Writer: MICHAEL SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave