They took away my life
Now my whole body stiff
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
Slaving away my nights
Don't know what more to give
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
God do see my tithes
Gave away 10 percent
But I still don't feel blessed
Barely can feed my clothes
First of the month came quick
Help me I'm short on rent
Where did the cash get spent
Hate living check to check
They took away my life
Now my whole body stiff
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
Slaving away my nights
Don't know what more to give
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
They took away my life
Now my whole body stiff
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
Slaving away my nights
Don't know what more to give
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
Dammit I sure am tired
Wish I could just retire
Body is aching but if I'm late then
I know I might get fired
What is it I desire
How else can I acquire
The American dream
It's unfair that I seem
To be trapped to very extremely
Elaborate form of confinement
I'm finally finding that I'm in a bind
And it's mental not physical
Plus I'm in debt
Detrimentally caught in a net
Internet keeping record
Of everything I ever wanted
I'm haunted by search histories
And cellular recordings
While working this job
That I truly don't care for
This shit got me wondering
What am I here for
Bet you know someone that fit that this picture
Who yo momma, who yo pops?
Who yo auntie, uncle, sister
Brother, cousin, grandparents
Best friend, their parents?
Or is it you
Take a look in the mirror
At your appearance
Who yo boss is?
How much yo time costin'?
Told em Know Your Worth
But muf*ckas be too cautious
Maybe certain people doomed
To end up in an office
Guarantee you pay your dues
Then you'd be on some boss shit
I'm off this
They finna take your life
Leave your whole body stiff
Death of the working class
Thanks to the graveyard shift
Slaving away your nights
How much are you gon give
Death of the working class
Thanks to the graveyard shift
They finna take your life
Leave your whole body stiff
Death of the working class
Thanks to the graveyard shift
Slaving away your nights
How much are you gon give
Death of the working class
Thanks to the graveyard shift
Topi Mandela - Graveyard Shift Lyrics
Topi Mandela - Graveyard Shift Lyrics
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They took away my life
Now my whole body stiff
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
Slaving away my nights
Don't know what more to give
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
God do see my tithes
Gave away 10 percent
But I still don't feel blessed
Barely can feed my clothes
First of the month came quick
Help me I'm short on rent
Where did the cash get spent
Hate living check to check
They took away my life
Now my whole body stiff
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
Slaving away my nights
Don't know what more to give
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
They took away my life
Now my whole body stiff
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
Slaving away my nights
Don't know what more to give
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
Dammit I sure am tired
Wish I could just retire
Body is aching but if I'm late then
I know I might get fired
What is it I desire
How else can I acquire
The American dream
It's unfair that I seem
To be trapped to very extremely
Elaborate form of confinement
I'm finally finding that I'm in a bind
And it's mental not physical
Plus I'm in debt
Detrimentally caught in a net
Internet keeping record
Of everything I ever wanted
I'm haunted by search histories
And cellular recordings
While working this job
That I truly don't care for
This shit got me wondering
What am I here for
Bet you know someone that fit that this picture
Who yo momma, who yo pops?
Who yo auntie, uncle, sister
Brother, cousin, grandparents
Best friend, their parents?
Or is it you
Take a look in the mirror
At your appearance
Who yo boss is?
How much yo time costin'?
Told em Know Your Worth
But muf*ckas be too cautious
Maybe certain people doomed
To end up in an office
Guarantee you pay your dues
Then you'd be on some boss shit
I'm off this
They finna take your life
Leave your whole body stiff
Death of the working class
Thanks to the graveyard shift
Slaving away your nights
How much are you gon give
Death of the working class
Thanks to the graveyard shift
They finna take your life
Leave your whole body stiff
Death of the working class
Thanks to the graveyard shift
Slaving away your nights
How much are you gon give
Death of the working class
Thanks to the graveyard shift
Now my whole body stiff
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
Slaving away my nights
Don't know what more to give
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
God do see my tithes
Gave away 10 percent
But I still don't feel blessed
Barely can feed my clothes
First of the month came quick
Help me I'm short on rent
Where did the cash get spent
Hate living check to check
They took away my life
Now my whole body stiff
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
Slaving away my nights
Don't know what more to give
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
They took away my life
Now my whole body stiff
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
Slaving away my nights
Don't know what more to give
Death of the working man
After the graveyard shift
Dammit I sure am tired
Wish I could just retire
Body is aching but if I'm late then
I know I might get fired
What is it I desire
How else can I acquire
The American dream
It's unfair that I seem
To be trapped to very extremely
Elaborate form of confinement
I'm finally finding that I'm in a bind
And it's mental not physical
Plus I'm in debt
Detrimentally caught in a net
Internet keeping record
Of everything I ever wanted
I'm haunted by search histories
And cellular recordings
While working this job
That I truly don't care for
This shit got me wondering
What am I here for
Bet you know someone that fit that this picture
Who yo momma, who yo pops?
Who yo auntie, uncle, sister
Brother, cousin, grandparents
Best friend, their parents?
Or is it you
Take a look in the mirror
At your appearance
Who yo boss is?
How much yo time costin'?
Told em Know Your Worth
But muf*ckas be too cautious
Maybe certain people doomed
To end up in an office
Guarantee you pay your dues
Then you'd be on some boss shit
I'm off this
They finna take your life
Leave your whole body stiff
Death of the working class
Thanks to the graveyard shift
Slaving away your nights
How much are you gon give
Death of the working class
Thanks to the graveyard shift
They finna take your life
Leave your whole body stiff
Death of the working class
Thanks to the graveyard shift
Slaving away your nights
How much are you gon give
Death of the working class
Thanks to the graveyard shift
Writer: Tapiwa Mudehwe
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid