paroles de chanson shift.change (prod. TrapTeam) [bonus] - Five feat. DJ.Fresh

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
Til 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