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The Workshop Video (MV)




Performed By: Don HardRisk
Language: English
Length: 4:42
Written by: Don Phillip




Don HardRisk - The Workshop Lyrics
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Yeah
Reporting live from La Verriere
It's your boy Risk
Let's do this
Yeahhhhh
I'm tryna getaway (Getaway)
Get away from bullshit (Get away from bullshit)
I'm tryna slip away (Slip away)
Slip away from bullshit (Slip away from bullshit ma nigga)
It's been so long (So long)
I just need my workshop (I just need my workshop ma nigga)
Yeah I thank you so much (So much)
Gotta back to the workshop (Gotta back to the workshop)
I'm feeling like a million miles away I missed my train
My mind is home and then I'm probably going insane
Survival like a bird in grease who lost his way
Ahg I took so many hits I'm starting to hear the voices, in my head
But excuse my French though
I be blowing all day until Je sens drôle
Ahhg screw the five O's that's doing patrol
Ah me I act a fool and use the back doors
Ehh
But you can find me at the Farside
Ah I took so many hits I'm startin' to feel numb
Ah I flew to France but not to waste time
Ah, we eat the bread and with the bread crumbs
Ah this cold place I'm freezing outchea
They're looking left and then right but I am not there
I, appreciate everything you've done for me
But I gotta go the voices they be calling me
I'm tryna getaway (Getaway)
Get away from bullshit (Get away from bullshit)
I'm tryna slip away (Slip away)
Slip away from bullshit (Slip away from bullshit ma nigga)
It's been so long (So long)
I just need my workshop (I just need my workshop)
Yeah I thank you so much (So much)
Gotta back to the workshop (Gotta back to the workshop)
I really appreciate, you taking me out and all
But I'm a married man so I really can't stay for long
My wife be calling me from the era with Seth Lauer
Back in days and with Jyda we used to walk under
Coldwater, sun heat in tall towers
It's all connected, inspiration from when times' harder
But anyways my heads' turning into Michelangelo
Pythagoras, coefficient in every hustle
Two days, they feel like I'm doing like two years
I'm drowning, my soul cry and I need help here
My minds' gone, it took a flight to the workshop
My minds' stateless, always moving and non-stop
Please
Take my body back to where you found it
So it can link up with my mind let's get some work poppin'
They said 'don't be ridiculous, we only getting started'
Let's take the train to Netherlands
Let's roll a blunt in Amsterdam
I'm tryna getaway (Getaway)
Get away from bullshit (Get away from bullshit)
I'm tryna slip away (Slip away)
Slip away from bullshit (Slip away from bullshit ma nigga)
It's been so long (So long)
I just need my workshop (I just need my workshop ma nigga)
Yeah I thank you so much (So much)
Gotta back to the workshop (Gotta back to the workshop)
You heard it live from
La Verriere
Young Ballers
Shout to 061
City of hustle
Ehh, listen at own risk ma nigga
Listen at own risk
Yeah, Yeah
Bang
Ooh, Ooh
R.I.P to Miss Mayumbelo
Yeah
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Yeah
Reporting live from La Verriere
It's your boy Risk
Let's do this
Yeahhhhh
I'm tryna getaway (Getaway)
Get away from bullshit (Get away from bullshit)
I'm tryna slip away (Slip away)
Slip away from bullshit (Slip away from bullshit ma nigga)
It's been so long (So long)
I just need my workshop (I just need my workshop ma nigga)
Yeah I thank you so much (So much)
Gotta back to the workshop (Gotta back to the workshop)
I'm feeling like a million miles away I missed my train
My mind is home and then I'm probably going insane
Survival like a bird in grease who lost his way
Ahg I took so many hits I'm starting to hear the voices, in my head
But excuse my French though
I be blowing all day until Je sens drôle
Ahhg screw the five O's that's doing patrol
Ah me I act a fool and use the back doors
Ehh
But you can find me at the Farside
Ah I took so many hits I'm startin' to feel numb
Ah I flew to France but not to waste time
Ah, we eat the bread and with the bread crumbs
Ah this cold place I'm freezing outchea
They're looking left and then right but I am not there
I, appreciate everything you've done for me
But I gotta go the voices they be calling me
I'm tryna getaway (Getaway)
Get away from bullshit (Get away from bullshit)
I'm tryna slip away (Slip away)
Slip away from bullshit (Slip away from bullshit ma nigga)
It's been so long (So long)
I just need my workshop (I just need my workshop)
Yeah I thank you so much (So much)
Gotta back to the workshop (Gotta back to the workshop)
I really appreciate, you taking me out and all
But I'm a married man so I really can't stay for long
My wife be calling me from the era with Seth Lauer
Back in days and with Jyda we used to walk under
Coldwater, sun heat in tall towers
It's all connected, inspiration from when times' harder
But anyways my heads' turning into Michelangelo
Pythagoras, coefficient in every hustle
Two days, they feel like I'm doing like two years
I'm drowning, my soul cry and I need help here
My minds' gone, it took a flight to the workshop
My minds' stateless, always moving and non-stop
Please
Take my body back to where you found it
So it can link up with my mind let's get some work poppin'
They said 'don't be ridiculous, we only getting started'
Let's take the train to Netherlands
Let's roll a blunt in Amsterdam
I'm tryna getaway (Getaway)
Get away from bullshit (Get away from bullshit)
I'm tryna slip away (Slip away)
Slip away from bullshit (Slip away from bullshit ma nigga)
It's been so long (So long)
I just need my workshop (I just need my workshop ma nigga)
Yeah I thank you so much (So much)
Gotta back to the workshop (Gotta back to the workshop)
You heard it live from
La Verriere
Young Ballers
Shout to 061
City of hustle
Ehh, listen at own risk ma nigga
Listen at own risk
Yeah, Yeah
Bang
Ooh, Ooh
R.I.P to Miss Mayumbelo
Yeah
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Writer: Don Phillip
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