Blvck Svm - graveyardshift Lyrics

Exclusive Margielas look like sea urchin
Stop searching, you ain't gon find em
My bars lurk behind curtain, it ain't no shame in rewinding
Back against wall I delivered, I got impeccable timing
Ran up residuals recently off the writing and rhyming
Streams, features, promotion, consulting, free drip from clients
I'm Michael Irvin for bags that they catapulting, I need more
Studio session spiritual, spit like a sultan
If the mic isn't melted after it's kind of insulting
Not the first time Trama sent a pack through
Chevy Chevelle '78 from back when crack grew
Modified the doors to act like a pterodactyl
But ain't no GPS so I gotta know the exact route
Valentino track suit, might need some veneers
Cuz shit I put in your ears done left me with one intact tooth
Watering my rap roots, Florida sun beams
The tree they slowly becoming far bigger than the one in my dreams
Told lil shorty I'm meant for this
I might get us matching green Maseratis, call it 4-door synthesis
Her eyes closed, she bobbing her head slow, I can tell that she into this
Chest rising and falling matching the beat, it's so intimate
Still tryna make sense of this, never thought I'd pay rent from this
Never thought a pandemic was gon provide me with impetus
Stuck to pistols, entered codes for unlimited ammo
I'm still spraying consistently cuz the benefits ample
Tryna lead by example so I got back on my bully
In china shops where I trample if I digest a beat fully
Moschino wooly, I stash it for colder weather
The way I look at the money you'd think that we go together
Platinum and gold endeavors, I'll cut a record whenever
The time of day do not matter but nighttime is when my vocals are better
I'm on the graveyard shift again
Guess I'm on the graveyard shift again
I'm on the graveyard shift again
Guess I'm on the graveyard shift again
I'm on the graveyard shift again
Guess I'm on the graveyard shift again

Exclusive Margielas look like sea urchin
Stop searching, you ain't gon find em
My bars lurk behind curtain, it ain't no shame in rewinding
Back against wall I delivered, I got impeccable timing
Ran up residuals recently off the writing and rhyming
Streams, features, promotion, consulting, free drip from clients
I'm Michael Irvin for bags that they catapulting, I need more
Studio session spiritual, spit like a sultan
If the mic isn't melted after it's kind of insulting
Not the first time Trama sent a pack through
Chevy Chevelle '78 from back when crack grew
Modified the doors to act like a pterodactyl
But ain't no GPS so I gotta know the exact route
Valentino track suit, might need some veneers
Cuz shit I put in your ears done left me with one intact tooth
Watering my rap roots, Florida sun beams
The tree they slowly becoming far bigger than the one in my dreams
Told lil shorty I'm meant for this
I might get us matching green Maseratis, call it 4-door synthesis
Her eyes closed, she bobbing her head slow, I can tell that she into this
Chest rising and falling matching the beat, it's so intimate
Still tryna make sense of this, never thought I'd pay rent from this
Never thought a pandemic was gon provide me with impetus
Stuck to pistols, entered codes for unlimited ammo
I'm still spraying consistently cuz the benefits ample
Tryna lead by example so I got back on my bully
In china shops where I trample if I digest a beat fully
Moschino wooly, I stash it for colder weather
The way I look at the money you'd think that we go together
Platinum and gold endeavors, I'll cut a record whenever
The time of day do not matter but nighttime is when my vocals are better
I'm on the graveyard shift again
Guess I'm on the graveyard shift again
I'm on the graveyard shift again
Guess I'm on the graveyard shift again
I'm on the graveyard shift again
Guess I'm on the graveyard shift again