Paolo Giacometti, Peter Arts & Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky dumka op 59

Work, work, work
Work, work, work
You see me I be
Work, work, work
Work, work, work
You see me
Do me dirt, dirt, dirt
Dirt, dirt, dirt
For some of that
Work, work, work
Work, work, work
For you I got love, love, love
Love, love, love
When I came for my
Turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Join me I deserved it
No time to have you lurking
If I got right then you might like it
You know I dealt with you the nicest
Nobody touch me, I'm the righteous
Nobody text me in a crisis
I believed all of your dreams are fruition
You took my heart and my keys and my vision
You took my heart off my sleeve a decoration
You mistaken my love I brought for you for foundation
All that I wanted from you was to give me something that I never had
Something that you've never seen
Something that you've never been
But I wake up and everything's wrong
Just get ready for work, work, work
Work, work, work
Work, work, work
You see me I be
Work, work, work
Work, work, work
You see me
Do me dirt, dirt, dirt
Dirt, dirt, dirt
For some of that
Work, work, work
Work, work, work
Duh, duh, duh, duh
For you I got
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Before the tables turned, turned turned turned
Baby something please