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chris yonge - bags lyrics

[chorus]
working overtime
i will never fuss
tell my friends i’m trying
try to make it out the mud
i got bags under my eyelids
feel like i’m on drugs
dreams turn into diamonds
when you ain’t sleeping enough
working overtime
i will never fuss
tell my friends i’m trying
try to make it out the mud
i got bags under my eyelids
feel like i’m on drugs
dreams turn into diamonds
when you ain’t sleeping enough
working overtime

[verse 1]
yeah, it’s an emotion (oh sh+t)
it’s in the way i live my life
now, i’ve never been boasting
(don’t play with me)
i’ve been out getting bread
when i know y’all loafed in
i’ve never seen y’all around much
but i certainly seen you posin’
working overtime (working, working)
i was working everday (everyday)
took the trip, then went away (went away)
and the birdies came to play
(chip, chip, chip, chip)
now i’m on the road
i’ve been taking flights out the coast
reaching them heights they don’t know
[chorus]
working overtime
i will never fuss
tell my friends i’m trying
try to make it out the mud
i got bags under my eyelids
feel like i’m on drugs
dreams turn into diamonds
when you ain’t sleeping enough
working overtime
i will never fuss
tell my friends i’m trying
try to make it out the mud
i got bags under my eyelids
feel like i’m on drugs
dreams turn into diamonds
when you ain’t sleeping enough

[verse 2]
i know a lot of b’s in the trap
never got a reason to snap
truth is, i’m a beast in the pack
but i stick to the fight like police in the scr+p
i got hard ’til i’m bleeding and that
when i make a beat i liam neeson the slap
shot to the dome, [?]
hot on the block like keys to the gat
cheese and the fact it’s a world full of hate
do whatever they easy earning the cake
try to get dope without burning a pate
flexin’ on ’em like curling a plate
started good, now i’m turning to great
too motherf+cking hot that i’m burning the tape
i see these rappers keep turning away
’cause they can’t keep up [?]
[chorus]
working overtime
i will never fuss
tell my friends i’m trying
try to make it out the mud
i got bags under my eyelids
feel like i’m on drugs
dreams turn into diamonds
when you ain’t sleeping enough
working overtime
i will never fuss
tell my friends i’m trying
try to make it out the mud
i got bags under my eyelids
feel like i’m on drugs
dreams turn into diamonds
when you ain’t sleeping enough

- chris yonge lyrics

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