One last shift, one last shift
Plays his father's guitar and says the songs were already inside it
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 6.7s
- length
- 3:10
- language
- En
lyrics
Six-thirty badge in my hand Blue apron creased with dust and sand By the gate, old trolley squeaks Same cracked floor for six long weeks I fold my cap by the fan Clock face shines on my palm Last round here, I know it My heart stays, but I go One last shift, one last shift One last shift, one last shift Kumasi road, I feel the pull One last shift, one last shift Tea stain dried on the tray Mr. Mensah nods my way Bolt cutters hanging by the wall I know these corners like my own hall I pack my lunch box slow Tin spoon, salt, and kenkey glow Last round here, I know it My heart stays, but I go One last shift, one last shift One last shift, one last shift Kumasi road, I feel the pull One last shift, one last shift At the back, the radio hums A friend says, "Bro, your day will come" I laugh, wipe sweat from my brow This place hurt me, I miss it now One last shift, one last shift One last shift, one last shift Kumasi road, I feel the pull One last shift, one last shift