Shift

Cash On the dresser. Phone face down, Now ghost my friends. Red eyes in the mirror. Mascara smudged like the night extends. Lip gloss tastes like trouble. Tattoo peeking under lace. Cold key in the front door. Bad decisions in my face. I get paid on the night shift, night shift. Heart so frozen it might quit, might quit. Hands in the air when the bass hit, bass Hit. All my demons in the skybox. Watch me work in the darkness, darkness. Gold on my neck, still heartless, heartless. I don't pray, I just profit, profit. Make 'em pay for the way they talk. He said, "Baby, you dangerous." I said, "Baby, you late." I've been sick of being patient. Now I'm married to the hate. Mirror ball on my pupils. See 'em tremble when I stare. If I ever say I love you, check the Room, there's a snare. I get paid on the night shift, night shift. Heart so frozen it might quit, might quit. Hands in the air when the bass hit, bass Hit. Oh, yeah. All my demons in the skybox. Watch me work in the darkness, darkness. Gold on my neck, still heartless, heartless. I don't pray, I just profit, profit. Make 'em pay for the way they talk.