graveyard shift

GRAVEYARD SHIFT (Yeah) (Uh) (Turn that shit up) [HOOK] Graveyard shift, I been up all night, Neon on the pavement, headlights cut white, Everybody talking but they never say it right, I got static in my skull and a war behind my eyes. Graveyard shift, hear the bassline crawl, Black paint on the walls, got the shadows standing tall, If you came for something pretty, you should probably hit the hall, This ain’t music for the living— this that sound before the fall. [VERSE 1] Ash on my jacket, dirt on my shoes, Bad news knocking, I got nothing to lose, Everybody wanna judge, everybody got a view, Funny how they know the story but don’t know what I’ve been through. I don’t talk much, let the silence get loud, Walk in alone, still command the crowd, Got a basement full of beats that’ll shake the damn ground, And a voice so cold make the whole room bow down. (Wait) Don’t blink. Don’t speak. Bass hit. Concrete. I came from the side where the streetlights die, Where you learn real quick who gon’ stay and who lies, Now I put every lesson in a four-bar line, Turn the darkness into art and put the pain on rewind. [HOOK] Graveyard shift, I been up all night, Neon on the pavement, headlights cut white, Everybody talking but they never say it right, I got static in my skull and a war behind my eyes. Graveyard shift, hear the bassline crawl, Black paint on the walls, got the shadows standing tall, If you came for something pretty, you should probably hit the hall, This ain’t music for the living— this that sound before the fall. [VERSE 2 — FAST] Tick-tick-tick, let the clock keep spinning, Big bad world but I still keep winning, Cold-blooded cadence with a sick transmission, Every bar hit hard like a bad decision. No sleep, no peace, no pause in the motion, Black ocean underneath all the emotion, I don’t need fake love, don’t need devotion, Give me one clean beat and a microphone smoking. (HEY!) Left foot—right foot—march with the drums, Whole damn room feel the pressure when it comes, Everybody freeze when the low end hums, Then the hook comes back like— “HERE WE FUCKING COME.” [OUTRO] Graveyard shift… Still awake. Still moving. Still making noise. (Yeah) When everybody sleeps— that’s when I get to work.