Graveyard shift

graveyard shift.

its the graveyard shift.

midnight lurkin

its the graveyard shift.

3 am lurkin

we out fuck this.

3 am lurkin

we out fuck this.

 

Roll up to spot 9pm pronto

rains hard so we pull out a poncho

gotta make the grind, live life so we can carpe diem

chillin in the dark fuck man its 11 pm

ghost stories, ghost stories

12 pm look outside, patrol the shadows, you see them?

do your fuckin job, stop bitchin n whinin

you hear that its late, we bout to get robbed? stop bitchin n whinin

 

Do it for the paycheck, Do it for the paycheck

a grown man got fears man aint got respect.

bang bang comin from the closet, closed like a casket,

is we gon fuckin track it?

nah fuck that step back bitch,

bam slip on the carpet aladin take us away to the market

wait, hold up a minute,

were grown ups not midgets

lets show love and visit

in cold blood and kill it

then sell some and ditch it

YA FEEL IT YA FEEL IT?

 

cause its the

 

graveyard shift.

its the graveyard shift.

midnight lurkin

its the graveyard shift.

3 am lurkin

we out fuck this.

3 am lurkin

we out fuck this.

 

Latenight shifts,

little to no tips.

Latenight shifts,

little to no tips.

Latenight shifts,

little to no tips.

 

you hear that?

Eyes closed beneath my white turban

after this all i need is sprite in my bourbon

chillin behind slightly open closed curtains

never be new to the game or youll fuck like virgins

dont rap like a nerdy white person

n lookin for a car buy german.

 

what the fuck am i to do?

late am to you... is late pm to me..

and we out.

with red eyes rush them red lights

home is the set sight there to sip red wine

rushin home cant catch me watch the feds try

gotta reach my bed time this time in no time

in the sun rise get home tired as fuck so

shit im done guys.

so...

 

fuck the

graveyard shift

its the graveyard shift.

midnight lurkin

its the graveyard shift.

3 am lurkin

we out fuck this.

3 am lurkin

we out fuck this.