EuTheCypher - Type Shit

{intro}
One, two, three

{chorus}
Type shit, i run a tight ship
Always up, living night shift
When i write, spit psychic
On the mic quick, not a sidekick
Loud, loud how i'm high-pitched, smoking sirens
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Type shit, i run a tight ship
Always up, living night shift
When i write, spit psychic
On the mic quick, not a sidekick
Loud, loud how i'm high-pitched, smoking sirens

{verse 1}
Yeah i'm good, working hard, do it everyday
When life gives me lemons, i make lemonade
Tired of the negativity, lames throwing shade
Tired of getting sleep, been up for seven days
I used to let my sadness get in thе way of my pay
Now i'm up getting bread through the night and day

{chorus}
Typе shit, i run a tight ship
Always up, living night shift
When i write, spit psychic
On the mic quick, not a sidekick
Loud, loud how i'm high-pitched, smoking sirens
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Type shit, i run a tight ship
Always up, living night shift
When i write, spit psychic
On the mic quick, not a sidekick
Loud, loud how i'm high-pitched, smoking sirens

{verse 2}
Smoking chronic, losing logic, man what can i say?
Except "hi, how are you?" or "have a nice day"
My eyes red but i'm not dead, i'm past the heaven gates
And the clouds in the sky and the stars and space
Euthestoner, i meant cypher, it works either way
It's peace and love and maybe drugs, let's smoke another eighth

{chorus}
Type shit, i run a tight ship
Always up, living night shift
When i write, spit psychic
On the mic quick, not a sidekick
Loud, loud how i'm high-pitched, smoking sirens
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Type shit, i run a tight ship
Always up, living night shift
When i write, spit psychic
On the mic quick, not a sidekick
Loud, loud how i'm high-pitched, smoking sirens