Jaydoh Aydoh - Working On A Holiday

Working on a holiday
Had to get them dollars made
Album rollout break the bank
Repeat it for a new tape
Stacking, stacking, stacking cake
Filling up the gas tank
I'm not about to take a break
Until all of my partners

Yuh, hey, yeah
Woah! Is this that Hardest Caucasian?
Hardest Caucasian?! (Bih)
Hardest cock! Eheheh
Ay Jaydoh, make sure not to burn the house down!

Look, when I was 14, I swear I wanted to be Metro Booming
Was on YouTube hard, somehow I had got into producing
And on Christmas Day, I started making very awful music
Got to shout out to my friends, cuz you know I put them through it
But I kept going, even though I sucked but I'm committed
Lying to myself, I was so convinced that I was gifted
But in fact I kept on working till it didn't hurt to listen
Working everyday, hell of a fucking hours how I did it
Okay, now you know my secret
Take or you can leave it
Everybody talks, few are worth believing
That's just how I see it, all these looks can be deceiving
Bitches put on for the gram, then come home and don't be eating
What I mean to say, when you look around be realistic
If you want it bad, you might have to grind before you get it
Because not all things come easy
Different things take different time
And you don't have to believe me
But to me, the wait is fine
So I'm

Working on a holiday
Had to get them dollars made
Album rollout break the bank
Repeat it for a new tape
Stacking, stacking, stacking cake
Filling up the gas tank
I'm not about to take a break
Until all of my partners paid
Different city, different job
Working in between the drop
Looking like I'm falling off
Camera, working non-stop
Late night, punching clocks
We're tryna get paid to talk
And I'm gonna steady rock
Until me or my bitches pop (Aye!)

Top 20 school, kicked my ass and made me work smarter
My heart broke, and all I wanted was to work harder (Heartbroken)
Flex louder, just to show up every single doubter
I was cooking up so much I thought that I was Chowder (Rada-rada)
Hella spite all in my heart I had something to prove (Damn, damn)
Good grades, I had it made in abundance to lose (Had it made)
My mind goes in stressy mode when there's nothing to do (Boy I'm stressing)
These people acting plenty bold, really fucking confused (Yuh)
On top of everything, it's real life kicking in
Drugs, kids, work, money problems got me losing friends (Damn)
Jumped in, I was hell of a young but I wanted it bad
So bad, I said fuck the world, started chasing a bag
Now I'm slightly older, different head up on my shoulders
Can't be playing, I'm a grown up
If I'm working, then I'm sober
And-and-and there's luck within the blow up
Fuck it though, that's life
That's why every chance, I take it
So on every damn occasion, I stay

Working on a holiday
Had to get them dollars made
Album rollout break the bank
Repeat it for a new tape (Shred!)
Stacking, stacking, stacking cake
Filling up the gas tank
I'm not about to take a break
Until all of my partners paid
Different city, different job
Working in between the drop
Looking like I'm falling off
Camera, working non-stop
Late night, punching clocks
We're tryna get paid to talk (Woah!)
And I'm gonna steady rock
Until me or my bitches pop

Yeah, Jaydoh Aydoh, Hardest Caucasian Alive
You know, uncle to these dogs, father to these rappers
I'm really expecting a Happy Father's Day
Imma be honest, still
Like I'm still waiting
You know, Father's Day, Mother's Day
I must've wrote two songs on the fourth
I went in, closed that night
I'm about to hit the studio on my birthday
Only break I'm taking is motherfucking uh
Bachelorette on Mondays
Leaving at NJ's at three in the morning, putting in work for his project
You know, that's what it take if you can't do that fucking (Purgatory)
You know what I'm saying?
This fame shit isn't cut out for you if you don't wanna do this shit
Like if you can't put in work, what are you here for? You know
(I'm working on a holiday) I don't give a fuck, Hardest Caucasian Alive
(Different city, different job)
(Working in between the drop)
You all know what I'm saying?
Hardest Caucasian out in the motherfucking West
Fuck is you talking about, bruh?
(I fuck with my white boys)
He don't get the n-word pass, you know what I'm saying?
We still progressive in this bitch
(Hardest Caucasian Alive)

Written by:
Jake Lunn

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