shift.change (prod. TrapTeam) [bonus] ft. DJ.Fresh Lyrics

Working for a wage

That won't pay the rent

Resenting all the ways

That our days our spent

Pleasing clueless strangers

Who don't take a hint

They need us to sell them

Their latest trends

A little fun tonight

Won't make a dent

But if they think we won't try

They may have shit bent

Grab a few favorite friends

Find a place to vent

And go bang that out

Like the baddest bitch

No we ain't got much

Just enough to share

You can hit this blunt

But I'm fresh out of fucks to spare

I could flirt with her all night

In this musty air

But I got to work early

Because I'm such a square

So much pressure to maintain

You want some pleasure with your pain

I don't need you to explain

Because we all feel the same

Its just a temporary change

A little pleasure with your pain

We don't want you to explain

Because we all feel the same

The function still jumping

And I hope it never stops

I can feel the slap thumping

And this chick so soft

Want to gig with her til morning

And I dig the way she talks

Suddenly without warning

We're interrupted by gunshots

Bodies running and ducking

A few unlucky ones drop

Confused hustling and stumbling

Faces bloody and in shock

Lights flash, ears ring

Rounds rip through the distraught

While spine tingling screams

Ricochet down the block

No one calls the cops

Because they won't help

If it's time to clean shop

We going to do it ourselves

Another casket opens

Before the last one even closes

Next weekend we'll refocus

To set the cycle back in motion

So much pressure to maintain

You want some pleasure with your pain

I don't need you to explain

Because we all feel the same

Its just a temporary change

A little pleasure with your pain

We don't want you to explain

Because we all feel the same

This one's for the girls

Still holed up in their rooms

Performing for a plush audience

Delightfully out of tune

Standing in the mirror

So she can see her moves

Until moms comes knocking

Always fucking up the groove

I wrote this for them little homies

Bred from the turf

You may think you know hunger

But, brother, theirs is worse

Poor in a rich place

And judged by what they earn

Beasts in glass cases

With jaded senses of self worth

Listen here young lady

Its human to get discouraged

They will steal your innocence

But that's your moment to flourish

Pay attention young man

Every pain possesses purpose

There's a paradise you can't purchase

And I promise you deserve it

So much pressure to maintain

You want some pleasure with your pain

I don't need you to explain

Because we all feel the same

Its just a temporary change

A little pleasure with your pain

We don't want you to explain

Because we all feel the same