PRAVERB THE WYSE - Trading Places lyrics

rate me

With steady discipline, when I grip the pen

I'm like Mr. Rivera, the relief is here

Bringing I'll rhymes, to a speaker near you

Sometimes I want to bleach my skin

Do we speak the same language?

Sometimes I want to trade places

I wanna spend a day in your shoes

You could spend a day in my Timberland boots

Hoping on a train, in a business suit

I get paid every week I get all the loot

I arrive at work, sip a cup of joe

Hop around the office, say wassup to the folks

I look at my computer screen

I'm living it up

This is a dream

I'm not giving it up

As time flies by, I'm feeling quite adjusted

This is easy, I do what's instructed

Then I get a call from the manager

I'm feeling mad pumped up, people giving me daps

Thinking about the raise

Thinking about moving out the hood

Into my own space

I walk into his office

He told me to shut the door

I execute the plan flawless

I'm waiting for the news

He lacks tense

I'll have money to pay the light bill and rent

He said he had some bad news

Okay I didn't get the job, oh well

I look at the sign on the wall it read, business is slow, it's time to lay off

I felt enraged, but I'm a caged bird

Without thinking, I started to say words

Oh no, I'm in the wrong predicament

Burning bridges before they been built

I was kicked off the property with no cash

It feels like a bad game of monopoly

On the train as I head home

Zoning out, wearing out my headphones

With a company 5 years then I get dropped

Feels like my heart is in a Ziploc