Line Cooks & Lone Stars

[Verse 1]
Steel toes on the tile
Grease stain halo on my cap
Ticket rail readin’ like a Bible
Printer preachin’, we adapt
Burn scars like badges
Tattooed forearms, fryer tan
We don’t clock in for glory
We clock in ‘cause we can
[Chorus]
This one’s for my prep cook crew
Dice it up, we make dreams come true (oh yeah)
From the back door smoke to the front booth view
Ain’t a plate goes out ‘til we all say “move”
We got big-block hearts and a broke-down truck
Cold beer waitin’ when the doors get shut
If you ate good, then you already knew
You were blessed by my prep cook crew
[Verse 2]
Five a.m. keys in the deadbolt
Walk-in hits with that winter air
Stackin’ those forty-pound boxes
Talkin’ big plans like we millionaires
Onions got our eyes all water
But we laugh ‘til the tears feel light
Turn that line into a long dirt road
We just ridin’ it out tonight
[Chorus]
This one’s for my prep cook crew
Dice it up, we make dreams come true (hey!)
From the back door smoke to the front booth view
Ain’t a plate goes out ‘til we all say “move”
We got big-block hearts and a broke-down truck
Cold beer waitin’ when the doors get shut
If you ate good, then you already knew
You were blessed by my prep cook crew
[Bridge]
Who’s callin’ out “behind”
When the world ain’t lookin’ back?
Who’s singin’ off-key love songs
Over that midnight stack?
We ain’t on no marquee
But every night we star in the show
Name on the check? That’s cute
Name on your hunger? That’s us, bro (let’s go)
[Chorus]
This one’s for my prep cook crew
Dice it up, we make dreams come true
From the back door smoke to the front booth view
Ain’t a plate goes out ‘til we all say “move”
We got big-block hearts and a broke-down truck
Cold beer waitin’ when the doors get shut
If you ate good, then you already knew
You were blessed by my prep cook crew (my crew)
Yeah you were blessed by my prep cook crew

rap, Rap-country hybrid with twangy acoustic guitar over punchy trap drums, swaggering male vocals, talk-sung verses that lean into detailed kitchen storylines, huge shouted gang-chorus hook with stacked harmonies, slide guitar fills and big 808 drops on chorus, final tag stripped down to claps and stomps for a rowdy live-bar feel, country