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Working
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Working fue publicado el 12 de septiembre de 2025 por $aints $pot como parte del álbum August - EP
12 de septiembre de 2025
Sello$aints $pot
IdiomaEnglish
BPM94
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Letras

My best friend hated being home all day
The bad air had to play a big component in his passing
I cried my eyes out on my porch when I got news on my big bro birthday
That my other big bro ain't gon last here
Clenching on my chest with a passion
How I tell my newborn son he got his name cause of dates?
He ain't been around to witness
The whole facade in existence
Only makes me hate myself for still existing
How I keep forgetting that we got memory lane?
I use working as an excuse to shove away the pain
I thought money healed everything, mama never made
Always slaved, I miss moments in my lifetime that now I can't escape
Please give me a break, no, not that 30 minutes
And then another 15
I want the last 5 years back to wipe my slate clean
This is what I mean, living in my past gets me nowhere but my dreams
I'm still working
Uh, I'm still, I'm still
I'm still working
On me, and on this (Haha)
I've been working minute after minute
Only hour after hour
I wish I had finished school and never left there as a coward
I let getting bagged depress me
Not working on my bag
How this shit so elementary, yet middle school like fads
They go away within a few words
Some class they gotta go through
Just listening and hope you find reason in the world
Another rose thorn to poke you
My best friend will joke you till it chokes you, wait, that's a sensitive subject
I wanted more but then corporate will fuck you
More in orbit than thoughts go, in Morse Code
Just hoping that you read
I never felt death to be as close as I can breathe
I never knew how to explain what working more would mean to me
Planting seeds and getting green
But now I'm green, he ain't with me
I'm overseas doing shows
Not sharing love he should receive
How should I balance all the weed, all the women, all the treason?
The plots getting thicker, man
He don't understand my reason
For taking off of work to work harder while I'm here, man
I'm sorry I never saw you when I could, I shed a tear fam
For all the memories we fucking shared, cried for years, man
Shit, I have a kid, man, something I'm sure that you played a part of
Laughing at me in autumn, holding my baby August
I'm plotting on stealing stardom
I'm the man, keep bragging, that's who I am
The moment I lost my brother, I figured out who I am
Shit was deep, I'm still working though
I'm still working
Uh, I'm still, I'm still
I'm still working
On me, and on this (Haha)
Written by: Juan Almikeliner Santos Jr.

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