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Working

Hip-Hop/Rap

Working foi lançado em 12 de setembro de 2025 por $aints $pot como parte do álbum August - EP

Informações da música

ÁlbumAugust - EP

Data de lançamento12 de setembro de 2025

Selo$aints $pot

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM94

RESUMO

LETRA

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Juan Almikeliner Santos Jr.

Juan Almikeliner Santos Jr.

Vocais

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Juan Almikeliner Santos Jr.

Juan Almikeliner Santos Jr.

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

Lucas Quinn

Produção

Letra

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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