🎤 PIPO & KCHI3A — VOLUME 2Night Shift Legends — The Roast Continues

Lyrics

Intro
Oh no…
They thought Volume One was bad?
Pipo… Kchi3a…
You should've kept your mouths shut. 😂

Verse 1 — Pipo
Pipo's so big, man, where do I begin?
He looks in the mirror like, "Where's my chin?"
Belly in the front like it's leading the way,
If Pipo walks sideways, that's a national holiday.

He needs a little track just to carry that load,
Put him on wheels and we'll push him down the road. 😂
Single as a dollar, still searching for the one,
Maybe she's hiding where the sunlight never comes.

He's been building that coffee shop all summer long,
But progress moves slower than one of his songs.
"Bro, when will it open?" — "Soon, my friend, soon…"
At this rate, he'll finish it under a different moon.

Chorus
Pipo sleeps all day, wakes up with the bats,
Coffee shop building while he's dreaming like that.
Kchi3a's out dancing where the speakers explode,
Two night-shift legends on a completely different road.

One's got a guitar, one disappears to trance,
One's building a café, the other's lost in the dance.
You laugh at my songs? Well, here's what I say:
Welcome to Volume Two — now get out of my way!

Verse 2 — Pipo
Pipo goes to bed when the whole town wakes,
Gets up at midnight asking, "Who made the cakes?"
Like a bear in winter, sleeping through the day,
Then comes alive at night like, "Who's ready to play?"

He smokes, he dreams, he writes another tune,
Then falls asleep before he finishes the room.
Coffee shop boss with a vampire routine,
Open during daylight? Man, that's never been seen.

And when he grabs the guitar, everybody knows,
Here comes another song that nobody chose. 😂
Music teacher, songwriter, guitar superstar—
Pipo, please remember where you actually are!

Verse 3 — Kchi3a
Now Kchi3a disappears into the mountain somewhere,
No phone, no signal, no civilization there.
He finds some crazy festival in the middle of nowhere,
You hear that music and immediately lose your hair.

Bass going BOOM, speakers going insane,
Kchi3a's in the crowd dancing in the rain.
Trance-sycho madness from sunset till dawn,
Everybody's still dancing when the morning comes on.

He works all night, sleeps through the day,
Ask him for a coffee — he's probably miles away.
Smoke in his pocket, festival on his mind,
Every weekend he's looking for the next place to hide.

"Where you going, Kchi3a?" — "I found a festival!"
"Where?" — "Somewhere nobody's ever heard of."
Of course you did, bro…

That's literally your hobby. 😂

Chorus
Pipo sleeps all day, wakes up with the bats,
Kchi3a's at a festival wearing psychedelic hats.
One's building a coffee shop at geological speed,
The other's chasing bass, smoke and whatever he needs.

One says, "I'm a musician!" — then plays us a tune,
The other says, "I'm traveling!" — disappears till June.
You wanted Volume Two? Well, here it is, boys,
Two beautiful disasters making beautiful noise.

Bridge — Spoken
Pipo…
You need a forklift.

Kchi3a…
You need a map.

Actually…

You both need sleep. 😂

Final Verse
But seriously, boys, jokes aside,
You're the kind of friends you keep by your side.
Different as hell, but that's what makes it work,
One's a crazy artist, one's a coffee-shop berserk.

So keep chasing music, keep chasing your dreams,
Keep building that café and chasing those festival scenes.
I'll keep writing songs while you keep talking trash,
But every time you joke…

I'll come back with a track. 🔥

Outro
Pipo… finish the coffee shop.

Kchi3a… come back from the desert.

And boys…

Please sleep at night like normal human beings. 😂

VOLUME THREE COMING SOON… 🎤🔥