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UNDERGROUND RETREATS - TOO MUCH WORK Lyrics



UNDERGROUND RETREATS - TOO MUCH WORK Lyrics





I can see my house from here
I can even see yo town from here up top talk to me like ya mean something but I can't even see ya mouth from here it's all work it's all work took a vacay to get away but it still hurts
It's all work it's all work it's all way too much work


Don't talk to me unless you need something
Ima leave a runner on the road he got his feet stumping
I'll be gone for 3 summers, prolly in the trees humming
But I won't find peace I got a itch to keep my feet running
I been gone, but shit I still got the passion
To get my mama out a home where gangs with 4,5's is clashing shi got a hold on my actions but I ain't holding my hands up I take flight to Bahamas singing akuna mata-ta but I got prior lil problems
They asking how ima solve em
Ain speak to my baby mama I tell her swim the lobsters
I got my eyes on the caddy but I'm still whippin impala
I'll take a trip out to Cali I'm flying high through nisqually
But it's work


I can see my house from here
I can even see yo town from here up top talk to me like ya mean something but I can't even see ya mouth from here it's all work it's all work took a vacay to get away but it still hurts
It's all work it's all work it's all way too much work

And it's okay still chose like chipotle like the kitchen and bitches that both ways i would say it's worth it but I ain't tryna be working
And let me tell ya it takes a lot to buy two burkins
So
How ya doing where we going
I'll probably use the trick up my sleeve and get this show rollin'
How ya doing
Where we going
I'll probably stick to my guns I guess I trust not knowing
How ya doing
Where we going
Nevermind I don't need to know
I don't need ya two cents
And do not need ya number in my phone if ya know I know ya grown so how bout someone take me home wait holdup

I can see my house from here
I can even see yo town from here up top talk to me like ya mean something but I can't even see ya mouth from here it's all work it's all work took a vacay to get away but it still hurts
It's all work it's all work it's all way too much work
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I can see my house from here
I can even see yo town from here up top talk to me like ya mean something but I can't even see ya mouth from here it's all work it's all work took a vacay to get away but it still hurts
It's all work it's all work it's all way too much work


Don't talk to me unless you need something
Ima leave a runner on the road he got his feet stumping
I'll be gone for 3 summers, prolly in the trees humming
But I won't find peace I got a itch to keep my feet running
I been gone, but shit I still got the passion
To get my mama out a home where gangs with 4,5's is clashing shi got a hold on my actions but I ain't holding my hands up I take flight to Bahamas singing akuna mata-ta but I got prior lil problems
They asking how ima solve em
Ain speak to my baby mama I tell her swim the lobsters
I got my eyes on the caddy but I'm still whippin impala
I'll take a trip out to Cali I'm flying high through nisqually
But it's work


I can see my house from here
I can even see yo town from here up top talk to me like ya mean something but I can't even see ya mouth from here it's all work it's all work took a vacay to get away but it still hurts
It's all work it's all work it's all way too much work

And it's okay still chose like chipotle like the kitchen and bitches that both ways i would say it's worth it but I ain't tryna be working
And let me tell ya it takes a lot to buy two burkins
So
How ya doing where we going
I'll probably use the trick up my sleeve and get this show rollin'
How ya doing
Where we going
I'll probably stick to my guns I guess I trust not knowing
How ya doing
Where we going
Nevermind I don't need to know
I don't need ya two cents
And do not need ya number in my phone if ya know I know ya grown so how bout someone take me home wait holdup

I can see my house from here
I can even see yo town from here up top talk to me like ya mean something but I can't even see ya mouth from here it's all work it's all work took a vacay to get away but it still hurts
It's all work it's all work it's all way too much work
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Writer: Adrien King, Elijah McClinton
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