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steve gunna - grave yard shift lyrics

grave yard shift

verse 1

uh i’m staring off clips, i wanna slit my wrist
and sip some liqs, you know hennessy with some c0ke and some ice
emotions are dead, but my anger still alive
god don’t like prayers or maybe he tired of my voice i’m just wishing
i wish i could take my child hood days back
when fears didn’t matter
when my skin color never seemed to be a factor
and to be fraction
of who i was casue right now, i need the right route
cause my lost like a dog, roaming streets at late night
i’m deep in the sea of life with great whites
i’m just wishing
if money got so much power
i see why the rich keep it
cuz if i got it d-mn sh-t i would probably wanna keep it
this broke life is deadly, and i wanna f-cking leave it
i mean it, i’m the dark, and i’m staring at ghost
i know they f-cking see me
i know they jealous i’m alive
but i’m jealous i’m still breathing
cuz they don’t understand, this sh-t ain’t f-cking freedom
but i’m selfish to k!ll myself, to put family through this misery

hook:
man i don’t know how the story ends
but i know the beginning
i know i wanna die rich
could i make that promise
to myself?
can i make that promise to myself?
but i’m still here struggling
but i’m still here wondering (but for now)
i’m working on the grave yard shift (working)
i’m working on the grave yard shift (working)
i’m working on the grave yard shift

verse 2

a n-gga never been as broke as me i like that
a n-gga never been focus as me
i got goals
one shoes, one pants is like all i really know
so working this late, is sh-t face, but still gotta get the dough
no sarcasm, don’t wanna star status
money is motive and i gotta practice all tactics
just to palm it
when it hits dawn, i don’t get to yawn i’m busy working hard
no bond with the world beyond
this place
i’m busy getting paid, trying to escape, this phase
i keep on falling
but pick myself up, regardless that’s just hunger
i don’t wanna change the world
i rather change my situation
sit in places, still sp-cing, trying to please my stomach, yea i’m working till sun up, sleep i get some what
i’m tryna leave before the summer
cuz these cold winters they get so rough
it’s hard out here
n-ggas got no love
and i got
no trust
so guess what?

outro:

i’m working on the grave yard
i’m working on the grave yard
i’m working on the grave yard cuz
i’m working on the grave yard
working on the grave yard

- steve gunna lyrics

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