Bambu - A Sunrise Before lyrics
[Bambu - A Sunrise Before lyrics]
Yah man I gotta go
What?
I mean fuck it I think I can do one more
One more
But really gotta get up early and shit
Uhh, god damnit holiday on the monday
And I don't got the shift that got
Me stuck here till the midday
When everybody already ready to
Get the chillin'
Talkin' in all my children to make
Sure my women getting' it
Let's get it on, later on we can eat at pop
I know I gotta get up supper early for my job
But the guys said don't trip Bam'
Theres four hours till tomorrow
It's the working for the weekend
If you ain't got a weekend
You should treat the hours in
Between work like the weekend
Pull the family whip out
Estevan pull the pala' out
Switches make it go up
Buttons make it go down
Sanam Luang right there in holly hood is open
But hit the ATM it's cash only
Only smoking from the back
Street food I don't temple temple jumping in
Before I go back home I
Gotta grab momma something cuz'
I got work in the morning
Work in the morning
And I got work in the morning
Work in the morning
I got work in the morning
Work in the morning
I got work in the morning
Working late to pay the rent
Might lead you to a early death
I guess this why they call this
Thing a grave yard shift
We, came to America to take that work
Immigrants that were willing to
Dig hands in dirt now the children are her
Out off east Willcher'
Recording raps in the hotel cuz'
One of the owners of the restaurant is built
Upon an immigrant earn
But, I got work in a few
Might have to shorten my verse
While the pop across the city
Making plans with his mans
Get to drinking later on
Cuz' he got work you know what im sayin'
Oh, whatever type of VICE to get you good
Me I like to break it down
And roll on top of book
This for all the dreamers
The ones who don't complain
The ones who struggled through it
Wake up and do it again
The ones who used to bang
And do all type of things
Grew up and got a family
Different gang but the same
Feel sick and tired of working like dogs
To make some blood sucker fat
When we take over with guns in our hands
They'll know they can't treat us like that
Food price is rising the works all down
Workers got together shot the city down
They marched on the fake red bosses hang out
And as they march the workers hang out
What?
I mean fuck it I think I can do one more
One more
But really gotta get up early and shit
Uhh, god damnit holiday on the monday
And I don't got the shift that got
Me stuck here till the midday
When everybody already ready to
Get the chillin'
Talkin' in all my children to make
Sure my women getting' it
Let's get it on, later on we can eat at pop
I know I gotta get up supper early for my job
But the guys said don't trip Bam'
Theres four hours till tomorrow
It's the working for the weekend
If you ain't got a weekend
You should treat the hours in
Between work like the weekend
Pull the family whip out
Estevan pull the pala' out
Switches make it go up
Buttons make it go down
Sanam Luang right there in holly hood is open
But hit the ATM it's cash only
Only smoking from the back
Street food I don't temple temple jumping in
Before I go back home I
Gotta grab momma something cuz'
I got work in the morning
Work in the morning
And I got work in the morning
Work in the morning
I got work in the morning
Work in the morning
I got work in the morning
Working late to pay the rent
Might lead you to a early death
I guess this why they call this
Thing a grave yard shift
We, came to America to take that work
Immigrants that were willing to
Dig hands in dirt now the children are her
Out off east Willcher'
Recording raps in the hotel cuz'
One of the owners of the restaurant is built
Upon an immigrant earn
But, I got work in a few
Might have to shorten my verse
While the pop across the city
Making plans with his mans
Get to drinking later on
Cuz' he got work you know what im sayin'
Oh, whatever type of VICE to get you good
Me I like to break it down
And roll on top of book
This for all the dreamers
The ones who don't complain
The ones who struggled through it
Wake up and do it again
The ones who used to bang
And do all type of things
Grew up and got a family
Different gang but the same
Feel sick and tired of working like dogs
To make some blood sucker fat
When we take over with guns in our hands
They'll know they can't treat us like that
Food price is rising the works all down
Workers got together shot the city down
They marched on the fake red bosses hang out
And as they march the workers hang out