Praverb the Wyse - Trading Places (Remix) lyrics

With steady discipline, when I grip the pen I'm like Mr. Rivera, the relief is here Bringing ill 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 wa**up 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 (2x) [Praverb rambling]