Exile - Blu Colla Worker lyrics

[Produced By Exile] [Intro: Blu] Aight, now it's getting serious I gotta talk to these ladies, cause I don't think y'all get the point Do you know who I am? [Hook] Now please don't take it personal But I gotta go and work some more And I know deep down it hurt your soul But I'm a blue collar worker, girl [Verse 1: Blu] Now it's a long road ahead of me Eyes wide open trying to rock my flow steadily Trying to stay focused, so these broads don't get to me But dog it gets hard 'cause they sing so heavenly Humming 'Stay With Me' trying to make my day as sweet As some Tiombe on a Sunday, with a cup of Angel's tea I'm trying to find the happiness that couples claim to be But it's hard to balance loving when you busting over beats Sounds strange but it's hard to explain it over beats In the lab daily, rocking two or three shows a week Going mad crazy, stressing over press and your release Trying to please labels while you keep your rep up in the streets At the same time trying to breathe And on my down-time, trying to find a fine breeze But see I'm underground, so now I gotta find cheese Just to take her out to dinner, just to eat and get a kiss up on the cheek But for me it's even harder, 'cause I ain't got a car to pick them up in So chicks already think they put enough in Plus I'm kind of cute so it's hard for them to trust him Asking what I'm doing every night like I be screwing every night, what? Truth is, I'm bruising every mic that I come across And every now and then, drop a hundred off Just so you can f**ing floss, but that's not enough for you So I take another loss, wondering why I f**ed with you Knowing I got stuff to do [Hook: Blu] And I won't take it personal But deep down it hurt my soul But I'll just go and work some more Cause I'm a blue collar worker, girl And I won't take it personal But deep down it hurt my soul But I'll just go and work some more Cause I'm a blue collar worker, girl [Verse 2: Blu] They say misery loves company...(word?) But I don't need sh**, so don't come to me And I don't eat dick, so don't cum to me When you see me in a f**ing beamer leaning tough as fiends with winter fever Your nose itching, hoes wishing he was a keeper f**ed up girl, he was a keeper f** the papers, sh**, he was the reefer Now he's meaner than meaner Was sweet now he keeps his heart next to his Nina And you used to see him, saving up his money from shows To get her a rose, turning down ridiculous hoes All he wanted was a chick with his back, but his chippers was wack Now he adding on the Royce when he Rolls Sounds smoother with his voice when he flows, missed out Keep woofing all you want girl, I'm in a brick house With a thick spouse, pimped out, blue diamond dripped out In my helicopter love, f** your little Benz, bounce What you think I work for huh? [Hook: Blu] Please don't take it personal But I gotta go and work some more And I know deep down it hurt your soul But I'm a blue collar worker, girl And please don't take it personal But I gotta go and work some more And I know deep down it hurt your soul But I'm a blue collar worker, girl [Outro: Blu] Now Now y'all know I love y'all You know wha' I'm saying? Ladies But y'all be fronting and sh** (for real) Y'all be acting like y'all don't want me to work And then when I don't work, y'all act like I don't do enough work I need more cheese, and I need this And you need that, f** that! But hey, don't take it personal [Hook: Blu] Please don't take it personal But I gotta go and work some more And I know deep down it hurt your soul But I'm a blue collar worker, girl So please don't take it personal But I gotta go and work some more And I know deep down it hurt your soul But I'm a blue collar worker, girl