Eight Hours a Day Songtext

von Snak the Ripper

Oh man you work so hard (for me)
Eight hours a day. how you try, try, try to make it
In the world but very little come your way.

I got my boots on, crack of dawn, pack the bong I'm out the door
My day is long, still sore from the fucking day before
Eight to four maybe more, twice the work they pay me for
Bills due, crazy poor, never been this way before
Do my best day to day, pray this stress will fade away
So unfair, no one cares, this is life or so they say
It's hard to understand I work my knuckles to the bone
Gotta get my rent paid, a rapper stuck without a home
So I'm out here in the cold rain, no pain, no gain
Money on my mind, the only thought inside my whole brain
No more being nice cuz that's the guy that finish last, tryna
Get ahead fast, fore I'm dead under the grass. (hah)
Check to check, how I live. Drinkin' on an empty gut
Empty tank in my whip, empty bank but you know what? I just keep on going
Keep on pushing threw the dirt. feels
Like I don't gotta life cuz fuck it all I do is work damn

Oh man you work so hard (for me)
Eight hours a day. how you try, try, try to make it
In the world but very little come your way.

I got the music on, crack of dawn, stack is on, I'm in my zone
Tryna take it up a notch, watch me make it on my own
It's in my blood it's in my bones. this is what I'm meant to do
Sharin' my demented views, prayers to god I sent a few
A better man I'm tryna be, ain't no label signin' me
My family relying on me, I'm hoping one day finally
I'll find my place, no time to waste. My grimy face is always on
I'm tryna chase the dream and get a taste before I'm dead and gone
Out here in the thick of it, to ease the stress I'm stricken with
Nobody makin' money off my name no more I'm sick of it
Everyday same routine, Gotta play it for my team
Half man, half machine slaying fucking everything
On the road away from home. excelling in my elements
Selling' them hella knowledge, survival of the intelligent
I just keep on going, keep on pushin' threw the dirt
Better find something you like to do before all you do is work man. (hah)

Oh man you work so hard (for me)
Eight hours a day. how you try, try, try to make it
In the world but very little come your way.

And you know what man, you might be a loser sitting at home saying I'm a fat geeky mother fucker. but you go out and you fuckin make your name known mother fucker. and you know what they're gonna say? they're gonna say awe he's so dope! until they meet you in person they're gonna be like, he's a fat geeky mother fucker. but they can't say shit to ya, they can't say shit to ya because you fucking grilled it. Stompdown Killas. Snak The Ripper reporting live.