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Work first fun second get that for the record
I make what I do look easy like it's no effort
Who else can balance running for a while
Then dress in gown and wig without looking tired?
I'm Pennywise but I deal with frowny faces
Folks who don't apply themselves stay in lousy places
They don't do enough, YouTube's all they got
They cry like a baby and think bleak thoughts
They say, "Why don't I get recognition?
I set fire to the rain with no ignition?"
The reason for your troubles isn't all superstition
But learning to work hasn't hit you with fruition
See me? I'm a middle cla** work-a-holic
See me in a garden? No time to frolic
I don't miss my ex, no I ain't melancholic
Can't say her name cause she pro'lly in the audience
I got hills to cross so I might as well crest
I don't need a girl cause I do me the best
Shouldn't say that since I promised clean lyrics
But life is full of slip-ups, hard times, no gimmicks
I'm about to k** 'em like my first name was Brandon
Raps are clean cut lean smooth like a javelin
Be scared Spiderman, I got your girl for ransom
But don't keep me waiting too long, yeah I'm the sandman
If you don't love yourself listen to this chime
Be yourself, be on task, be at school, be on time
Run towards your goals like you just commit a crime
I'm not even on the track and I still bust a rhyme
Dog! I make that lunch lady money
In Play Pro and Comedy Guild cause I'm funny
I work for what I want I don't dream
If you don't like me? Well then join the team
If I was president I'd veto negativity
It's one thing we don't need in society
First name should be Abe cause I only speak the truth
I worry 'bout myself cause there's an "I" in improve
I made some choices which led me to be solo
All by myself like Eric Carmen, not from self-loathe
Nick Cannon made it fine without Mariah
So why should I cry over girls who say "bye-bye"?
Busy like Kuzko, Emperor's New Groove
Don't have to waste my time in high school to bust a move
I got wifeys' waiting for me out in CSUN
Cause here I'll be missed like Chandler when he hits them home runs
That means some folks don't like me
That means they hating out of spite
That means some folks try to k** my vibe
But they can never take my pride if I'm dead or alive
Screw the haters now, I'm a drill sergeant
Running 'til I'm faster than Moskowitz and Arsen
Acting 'til my lungs give out and these lights darken
'Till God shoots an apple off my head and misses target
That's why I live for tomorrow
I ain't sad or with sorrow
I just speak muy claro
I don't wanna be so low
That I end up on d**h row
With regret in my soul
And a past filled with woe
I don't live like that though, no
Work first fun second get that for the record
I make what I do look easy like it's no effort
Life is what you make of it, not how you spend it
"Started off at Burbank", that's where I'll end it