Blu - Blu Collar Workers lyrics

[Hook] 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] Now it's a long road ahead of me Eyes wide open, trying to rock my flow steadily Trying to stay focus so these broads dont get to me But dog it gets hard cause they seem so heavenly Humming Stay With Me trying to make my day as sweet As aunt 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 breath And on my down time, trying to find a fine breeze But see im 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 im kind of cute so its hard for them to trust him Asking what im doing every night like I be screwing every night what Truth is, im 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] [Verse 2] They say misery loves company, word But I dont need sh**, so dont come to me And I dont eat dick, so dont 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 whack 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 f** you think I work for huh [Hook]