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Lobby Don’t Sleep lyrics
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Intro
BEEP, gate click… red reader blinking by the glass. Twelve-oh-three, rain on Brickell, badge telling me stand fast.
Verse 1
Midnight, black SUV cough perfume under covered-drive rain, Influencer say, “dale, I’m blessed,” then drop her face in the frame. I scan her guest pass, cafecito burning holes in my tongue, My shirt got a crooked county patch; her watch cost rent and then some.
Pre-chorus
Policy say smile, don’t ask, don’t stare. One beat, everybody bare.
Chorus
Lobby don’t sleep, it just blinks all night, Gold doors open, tired eyes ride. BEEP, gate click, I ask, “You alright?” Money don’t stop pain, it just tints the glass. Lobby don’t sleep, nah, it holds that weight, 305 rain with 954 on my plate.
Verse 2
Executive with golf-tan skin want the service lift private, Bluetooth in his ear, wife on mute, whole jaw moving sideways. Rookie with ice on his knee limps past the lens trying to hide it, Escort got flats in her purse, cash folded small and quiet.
Verse 3
Two-seventeen, red light punches, radio bite: “Code Blue.” Elevator froze on thirty-one; somebody can’t pull air through. I hit the stairs with a key ring, lungs burning like west Broward grass, By the time sirens hit the curb, all them fake smiles turn ash.
Pre-chorus
Policy say smile, don’t ask, don’t stare. One beat, everybody bare.
Chorus
Lobby don’t sleep, it just blinks all night, Gold doors open, tired eyes ride. BEEP, gate click, I ask, “You alright?” Money don’t stop pain, it just tints the glass. Lobby don’t sleep, nah, it holds that weight, 305 rain with 954 on my plate.
Verse 4
Penthouse man barefoot, silk robe, shaking by the desk, Say he got every view in town and nowhere he can rest. Phone face-down, son won’t pick up, divorce papers wet, I hand him lobby napkins; he still don’t see my name tag yet.
Verse 5
Five-forty-one, day shift fresh, they call me boss, don’t mean it, I clock where cameras go blind; red reader barely beep it. Broward bus cough on Sunrise, my daughter text, “You straight?” I type, “yeah, lil mama”, wet sock, three bucks till payday.
Pre-chorus
Policy say smile, don’t ask, don’t stare. One beat, everybody bare.
Chorus
Lobby don’t sleep, it just blinks all night, Gold doors open, tired eyes ride. BEEP, gate click, I ask, “You alright?” Money don’t stop pain, it just tints the glass. Lobby don’t sleep, nah, it holds that weight, 305 rain with 954 on my plate.
Outro
Clock beep, door click, dawn slap the tile. I leave through the side like I borrowed the night. BEEP, lights out.
Inside the recording
BEEP, gate click… red reader blinking by the glass. Twelve-oh-three, rain on Brickell, badge telling me stand fast.
Policy say smile, don’t ask, don’t stare. One beat, everybody bare.
Clock beep, door click, dawn slap the tile. I leave through the side like I borrowed the night.
Excerpts from artist-supplied lyric files matched by title. Lyric sheets may differ from the released performance.