Wednesday, February 10, 2010

"Work" K Flay

Here are her lyrics. Check her out on iTunes. type in K Flay. Go down to her video, "Work". Nubmer 21. Album is Standford Sessions. She has a longish intro but it's worth it.

Work hard, don’t stop

Sweat drip, body drop

Work hard, don’t stop

Back ache, body drop

I’m a corpse full of remorse sick and tired of doing my chores

I’d rather sweep the floors than highlight these damn books

One more minute in the ‘brary I’m kaputz

You can tell me that it’s good for my cerebrum

But all these academics I don’t want to read em

My meninges are swelling and my laptop’s melting

Well if it isn’t this ish, it’s something else

I probably oughta blame myself

Cause when you get right down to the cold hard truth

I was the was the one who applied to school

Higher education making me feeling like breaking vases

Psychotic crazes, lab rat lost in mazes

Dear Paige Davis, let’s trade spaces

Got a pen in my hand wanna shove it in my eye

Go blind like Oedipus ditch the job

Quit the gig can’t stop watching the clock it’s taunting me it’s haunting me

I’m burnt out like black marshmallow

I could eat my brain cause it’s turned to jello

Hello honey I shrunk my head

Direct me to the morgue cause I think I’m dead

Work hard, don’t stop

Sweat drip, body drop

Work hard, don’t stop

Back ache, body drop

Welcome to the factory

The boss yells don’t talk back to me

And if you do then I’ll punish you

Stringent rules, my pride is bruised, wanna pawn my running shoes

I’d rather be fat than stressed to the maxipad

Kotex, oh yes, dreaming of success but as eminem says too much stress it sucks even though you make some bucks, you’re out of luck

Minimum wage turning the page, flipping the bird

Stuck inside a cage of capitalistic influences

Think Max Weber hello neighbor,

Abraham I live in the land of Lincoln

Entonces, I was thinking

There’s gotta be a better way to make some monay

So I started rapping in my dormitory, kflizzle ignited that’s where the story began

Crowned myself an ill emcee, variety suburban

Changed my nombre like p.diddy

K.Flay the namesake heyo fiddy

Watch out for me I’m a groundhog gonna sound off got cuz I got more views than an imax

My plotline ain’t close climax

Million dollar record deal, I’m a sign that

Make music, I got dues to pay don’t give a dookie what dudes’ll say

You gotta work to play

I am stressed like a syllable

Paper to write, gotta stay literal

GPAs and internships the real world can suck my

Work hard, don’t stop

Sweat drip, body drop

Work hard, don’t stop

Back ache, body drop

I can’t take this

Being whipped by the dominatrix of reality

I need to throw back a prozac, curb my insanity

Hold your hands up in the sky, spirit fingers let em fly

Give a little uh, make a little wo

Jerk that body head to toe

(breakdown)

K.Flay on the microphone

Bad like a mamajama 20 years grown

Too many side dishes all up on my plate

Work so hard but I hardly get paid

I’ll complain until my air bag pops

I’ll won’t stop till my body body drops

Even though I detest menial labor

I’ma a turn a whoosie into hella green pape