Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Sunrise Before, artist - Bambu.
Date of issue: 27.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Sunrise Before |
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 |
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 |
Lets 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' |
Party till the sun up |
I got work in the morning |
Work in the morning (x2) |
Tell the homies don’t be mad |
And I got work in the morning |
Work in the morning (x2) |
And after, the after-hours |
I got work in the morning |
Work in the morning (x2) |
Good lord please forgive me |
I got work in the morning |
Work in the morning (x10) |
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 cuz' 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, cuz' he got work you know what im 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 |
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 |
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 |