[Intro] [Cold Server Room Hum, Flat Robotic System Voice] Shift start. Operator online. Handoff queue: forty seven. [Garbled Female Vocoder, Glitch Stutter] Se… seven… two… [Verse 1] [Low Raspy Rap, Deep 808, Swung Hi Hats] Clock in at ten, badge beep, cold room hum Forty screens glowing and the coffee taste numb Every cab in Dallas got a camera for an eye When it can't tell what it's seeing, it don't stop, it don't try It just pass it to me, I'm the backup, I'm the call Is it a shadow or a kid, is it plastic or a wall Machine say fifty fifty, so the wheel hit my hand I'm the only one in here that's built to understand [Pre-Chorus] [Beat Thins Out, Shimmering Chords] Watchdog in the ceiling logging every move I make Boss man on the glass, counting every break I take [Chorus] [Hypnotic Chanted Hook, Finger Snaps, Hazy Synth Lead] Night shift, lights out, I'm the eyes when the cars can't see Night shift, never clock out, Dallas running through me Night shift, point five, every doubt get passed to me Night shift, night shift, last human in the machine [Verse 2] [Low Raspy Rap, Bitcrushed Arpeggio, Deep 808] Parked my Cadillac outside, only car that need a driver Old soul in the lot, I'm the last survivor They say a year or two, they won't need me at all Model getting smarter, every week another call But tonight something off, same corner, same street Same camera keep stalling on the feed one oh three Fifty fifty on a stop sign, that don't make no sense Stop sign easy, that's a ninety nine percent [Pre-Chorus] [Beat Thins Out, Shimmering Chords] Watchdog in the ceiling logging every move I make Boss man on the glass, counting every break I take [Chorus] [Hypnotic Chanted Hook, Finger Snaps, Hazy Synth Lead] Night shift, lights out, I'm the eyes when the cars can't see Night shift, never clock out, Dallas running through me Night shift, point five, every doubt get passed to me Night shift, night shift, last human in the machine [Bridge] [Beat Drops Out, Glitch Stutter, Garbled Female Vocoder] Feed one oh three… Fifty… fifty… Can… you… see… [Low Raspy Rap, Whispered] Screen flicker red, then the static go blue Swear that camera ain't looking at the road, it's looking through [Tape Stop] [Final Chorus] [Full Beat Returns, Hypnotic Chanted Hook] Night shift, lights out, I'm the eyes when the cars can't see Night shift, never clock out, Dallas running through me Night shift, point five, every doubt get passed to me Night shift, night shift, last human in the machine [Outro] [Cold Server Room Hum, Flat Robotic System Voice, Fade Out] Handoff accepted. Feed one oh three. [Garbled Female Vocoder] Seven… two…
