[Intro]
Aight, now it's getting serious (Please don't take it personal)
I gotta talk to these ladies 'cause (But I gotta go and work some more)
I don't think y'all get the point (And I know deep down it hurt your soul)
Do you know who I am? (But I'm a blue collar worker, girl)
Come on!

[Chorus]
Now 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 tryna rock my flow steadily
Tryna stay focused so these broads don't get to me
But dog it gets hard 'cause they sing so heavenly
Humming "Stay With Me" trying to make my day as sweet
As some Tiombe on a Sunday, with a cup of Angel's tea
I'm tryna 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
Tryna please labels while you keep your rep up in the streets
At the same time tryna breathe
And on your down time, tryna find a fine breeze
But see I'm 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
And for me it's even harder, 'cause I ain't got a car to pick 'em up in
So chicks already think they put enough in
Plus I'm kind of cute so it's hard for them to trust him
Asking what I'm doing every night like I be screwing every night, what?
Truth is I'm bruising every mic that I come across
And every now and then, drop a hundred off
Just so you can fucking floss but that's not enough for you
So I take another loss, wondering why I fucked with you
Knowing I got stuff to do
[Chorus]
And I won't take it personal
But deep down it hurt my soul
But I'll just go and work some more
Cause I'm a blue collar worker, girl
And I won't take it personal
But deep down it hurt my soul
But I'll just go and work some more
Cause I'm a blue collar worker, girl

[Verse 2]
They say misery loves company (word?)
But I don't need shit so don't come to me
And I don't eat dick so don't cum to me
When you see me in a fucking Beamer
Leaning tough as fiends with winter fever
Your nose itching, hoes wishing he was a keeper
Fucked up girl, he was a keeper
Fuck the papers, shit, 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 wack
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, fuck your little Benz, bounce
What you think I work for, huh?
[Chorus]
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
And 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

[Interlude]
Now, now y'all know I love y'all
You know wha' I'm saying? Ladies, hah
But y'all be fronting and shit, hah (for real)
Y'all be acting like y'all don't want me to work
And then when I don't work
Y'all act like I don't do enough work
I need more cheese, and I need this
And you need that, fuck that
But hey, don't take it personal (Come on, y’all)

[Chorus]
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
So 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
[Outro]
When Sunny gets blue
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And the rain begins to fall
—ny gets blue
—ny ge—
And the rain begins to fall