[Intro] Midnight to morning… That’s when demons clock in. [Verse 1] Graveyard shift, I was moving through the fog, halfway human, halfway dog. Eyes wide open, heart half dead, bad thoughts sleeping in a king-size bed. Every corner got a story, every alley got a stain, every youngin got a nickname covering pain. I was chasing money through the mouth of hell, ducking blue lights, dodging jailhouse mail. Night make sin feel normal when your life ain’t straight, when the fridge look empty and the rent won’t wait. But excuses don’t clean up the damage we leave, and a hungry man still gotta choose how he eat. I learned that late, damn near too late, after watching friends vanish behind steel gates. After watching mamas age ten years in a week, after hearing strong men break when they speak. [Hook] On the graveyard shift, where the lost souls ride, 808s hit hard on the cold roadside. I been running from death, I been flirting with pain, trying to find me under all this rain. Graveyard shift, don’t let me fall, I hear old ghosts when the new ones call. If I make it to morning, let me change my ways, I’m tired of living like a walking grave. [Verse 2] The moon saw shit the sun wouldn’t believe, boys with no childhood and tricks up they sleeve. Girls loving broken men hoping love fix cracks, but a bleeding heart can’t bandage a trap. I was toxic as smoke, proud as a flame, everybody else wrong, never me to blame. Till I sat in my car with the engine off, realizing every win came with too much cost. That’s when the blues guitar started talking to me, saying, “Boy, there’s more than this dark you see.” Harmonica cried like a granddad warning, “Don’t waste your life trying to own the morning.” So I put my pain in these subwoofer drums, let the whole trunk knock where the healing comes. If the youngins gon’ hear me, let them hear full truth, not just the savage shit, but the wounds too. [Bridge] Clock in, clock out, pain in, smoke out. Lights off, soul loud, Lord, pull me from this ghost town. [Final Hook] On the graveyard shift, where the lost souls ride, 808s hit hard on the cold roadside. I been running from death, I been flirting with pain, trying to find me under all this rain. Graveyard shift, don’t let me fall, I hear old ghosts when the new ones call. If I make it to morning, let me change my ways, I’m tired of living like a walking grave. [Outro] Sun coming up… I ain’t dead. That means I owe life something.
