Lyrics
Working shifts like the six at this dead-end job
They still end up broke at the end of every month
My colleagues already gets the nosy cons
Waking up to my boss bitch, and then I don't work hard enough
But somehow I manage to scrape cents
Struggling between credit cards
You know, any means necessary for this lineup
Don't care much about getting drunk or taking drugs
All I really want is to be at the very front
Flow with the lyrics, lost in thought
With every drop, you're missing the plot
This is the bravest monologue, don't you understand?
This drama bass makes my heart pump
When the music plays, I close my eyes and time stops
When the music plays, I close my eyes and time stops
Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey
Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey
Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey
Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey
Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey
Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey
Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey
Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey
Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey
Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey
Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey
Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey
Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey
Headaches of the skywalk, hey, hey, hey