Workthumping

Late fees on my credit card,

Red flags in my email spam,

Boss left me on read again,

I’m still showin’ up, that’s the plan.

Three missed calls from my mom,

“Call me back.”

Got dreams on a cracked-screen phone,

And rent on a payment plan track.

I’m still here,

But I don’t tap out,

I just grind through the years (yeah),

i clock out

I clock back in

Overtime on a Monday, Tuesday,

’Til my losses start to win.

Cold fries in a paper bag,

Paycheck gone in a week.

Friends flexin’ on close friends feed,

I mute that, I gotta think,

Scuffed Vans on the subway floor,

Sayin’, “Don’t you dare give up”

Yeah, I might, but not this part.

I’m still here,

But I don’t tap out,

I just grind through the years (hey)

I clock out

I clock back in

Overtime on a Monday, Tuesday.

’Til my losses start to win.

Shouts in my head like

“Kid, you’re done, just quit” (nah)

I talk back, “Watch me

Break this brick by brick”

I’m still here,

But I don’t tap out,

I just grind through the years (oh yeah)

I clock out

I clock back in.

Overtime on a Monday, Tuesday

’Til my losses start to win.

Overtime on a Monday, Tuesday

’Til my losses start to win (hey!)