Working shifts like the six at this dead-end job

They still end up broke at the end of every month

My colleagues already gets the nosy cons

Waking up to my boss bitch, and then I don't work hard enough

But somehow I manage to scrape cents

Struggling between credit cards

You know, any means necessary for this lineup

Don't care much about getting drunk or taking drugs

All I really want is to be at the very front

Flow with the lyrics, lost in thought

With every drop, you're missing the plot

This is the bravest monologue, don't you understand?

This drama bass makes my heart pump

When the music plays, I close my eyes and time stops

Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey

The Weekend

Hedex feat. Mc Skywalker