Working Week - Inner City Blues lyrics
[Working Week - Inner City Blues lyrics]
Mindless moonshots spend it on the have nots
Money, we make it before we see it
You take it oh, make me wanna holla
The way they do my life
Oh, make me wanna holla
The way they do my life this ain't living
This ain't living inflation, no chance
To increase finance bills pile up, sky high
Send that boy off, to die
Oh, make me wanna holla
The way they do my life
Oh, make me wanna holla
The way they do my life this ain't living
Hang up, and let downs bad breaks, set backs
Natural fact is oh honey that i
Can't pay my taxеs oh, make me wanna holla
And throw up both my hands
Oh, make mе wanna holla
And throw up both my hands
Crime is increasing trigger happy policing
Panic, is spreading
God knows where we're heading
Oh, make me wanna holla
And throw up both my hands
Oh, make me wanna holla
The way they do my life this ain't living
I've been working all night
And i've been working all week
And i don't know how
I'm gonna make ends meet
But the people i meet
On these london streets
They say you gotta get hip
With a brand new beat it's a moonshine
It's a hard time it's a rhythm in resistance
With a story line of a better time
That's coming soon if you face the fact
That you've gotta fight back
With a smile on your face
And a hope in your soul
It's the inner city blues
Money, we make it before we see it
You take it oh, make me wanna holla
The way they do my life
Oh, make me wanna holla
The way they do my life this ain't living
This ain't living inflation, no chance
To increase finance bills pile up, sky high
Send that boy off, to die
Oh, make me wanna holla
The way they do my life
Oh, make me wanna holla
The way they do my life this ain't living
Hang up, and let downs bad breaks, set backs
Natural fact is oh honey that i
Can't pay my taxеs oh, make me wanna holla
And throw up both my hands
Oh, make mе wanna holla
And throw up both my hands
Crime is increasing trigger happy policing
Panic, is spreading
God knows where we're heading
Oh, make me wanna holla
And throw up both my hands
Oh, make me wanna holla
The way they do my life this ain't living
I've been working all night
And i've been working all week
And i don't know how
I'm gonna make ends meet
But the people i meet
On these london streets
They say you gotta get hip
With a brand new beat it's a moonshine
It's a hard time it's a rhythm in resistance
With a story line of a better time
That's coming soon if you face the fact
That you've gotta fight back
With a smile on your face
And a hope in your soul
It's the inner city blues