Natural Born Killas - Graveyard Shift

Anxiety been fucking with my mind
Feeling so alone, this isolation fucking with my grind
DoorDashing for studio time
Stacking pennies on the dime
Put my efforts on the line
Writing rhymes while trying to shine
Ain't no failure by design
Ain't from the trenches, I seen some shit
Pass me the blunt, no I don't need a hit
Tearing me down, but I'm never gonna quit
Asking for money and I'm ona dip
Dissing my boys and I'll empty the stick
Using my words but you still feel the kick
Praying to God that I'm popping off quick
If he don't answer, I'm calling in sick

Even when I double up my cup, I can't open my eyes
I like the feeling it provides when I'm thinking that the going gets tough
Need to clear out my mind if I decide
Do I even fucking bother come around and say "what's up"
Man I never give a fuck, rather stay the fuck alone
Better lower your tone before I step away and dip
Bet you'll never see my fucking face again then
I don't really care hoe
Never call my phone again
Boy, you think I'm staying duck? I'm outta luck
If you think we playing tough, you outta luck
Boy you think I'm staying duck? I'm outta luck
If you think we playing tough, you outta luck

Written by:
Ethan Frederick, Zach Luthy

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