
Cubby Trade
[Verse 1: Burnishing cobalt-jaw male MC, burnishing] Bay lights buzz, labels soft from the rain I punch a code and watch the cubby complain One door left open like a dare on the wall Her cart rolls up and we both claim the stall I came for a tool kit, she came for a frame Neither of us drove this far to lose the game Piston kick under my jaw as I size her pace Tight snare ready for the trade we have to face [Hook: Burnishing cobalt-jaw male MC and burnishing female MC, loud, burnishing] We traded cubbies so both packages land Not a speech, a timing we can prove by hand Grip the code, swap the bay, send the next one through Lobby holds only if the middle trade is true [Verse 2: Burnishing female MC, colder, burnishing] I saw his cart first and almost ran it mean Then I heard the same tired joke about the screen My frame can wait a bay if his kit cannot So I toss my code and he tosses what he brought Burnishing through the pride like a vow with no crowd Loud enough for the door, quiet enough for the cloud We do not own the lobby, we own the middle span If the trade blanks out, both packages lose plan [Bridge: Burnishing cobalt-jaw male MC and burnishing female MC, cubby thunk, burnishing] Cubby thunk seats under both palms Snare answers hard on the calm Neither of us needs a speech to know The bay is ours when the doors say so [Verse 3: Burnishing cobalt-jaw male MC, burnishing, louder] I load her frame gentle while she checks my kit We leave the empty cubby for the next shift to fit Boots in the lobby already testing the give I hear one hard thunk and know the trade will live My job is the swap, not the plaque or the board Codes seat, doors hold, that is the whole reward Leave the joke folded where the next dawn can see Cubby trade means the bay and the night agree [Hook: Burnishing cobalt-jaw male MC and burnishing female MC, loud, burnishing] We traded cubbies so both packages land Not a speech, a timing we can prove by hand Grip the code, swap the bay, send the next one through Lobby holds only if the middle trade is true [Outro: Burnishing cobalt-jaw male MC, proud cold, tight snare rings out and fades] Cubby trade, Saturday Tell the bay I said stay [End]

