A Sunrise Before


Party Worker
Bambu
Producer: BrandonAllDay
2014

Intro:

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

 

Verse 1:

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

Hit the homie Roy soon as we pull in that parking lot

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'

 

Hook:

Party till the sun up

I got work in the morning

Work in the morning

Work in the morning

Tell the homies don't be mad

And I got work in the morning

Work in the morning

Work in the morning

And after, the after-hours

I got work in the morning

Work in the morning

Work in the morning

Good lord please forgive me

I got work in the morning

Work in the morning

Work in the morning

Work in the morning

Work in the morning

Work in the morning

Work in the morning

Work in the morning

Work in the morning

Work in the morning

Work in the morning

 

Verse 2:

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 coz 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, coz he got work you know what I'm 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

 

Repeat hook

 

Outro:

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

Power to the workers, power to the working class (2x)

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

Power to the workers, power to the working class (2x)


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