Clocks Still Runnin

[Intro]
[Sports broadcaster voiceover, AM-radio filter, crowd murmur under]
“Could he really stay down this time?
They said the odds were too high to climb
Even though it’s all against him…
There’s still time on the clock”
[Beat drops]
[Verse 1]
They said “lay down”
I heard “stand up”
Face first in that red dust
Turn pain into handcuffs
Snap, break ‘em off
One breath, then another one
Whole crowd wanna see me done
But that little hand still movin’ on
I lost sleep, I lost friends
Lost count of my L’s
Mama prayin’ in her old chair
“Boy, you stronger than hell”
They keep bettin’ on my breakdown
I just bet on myself
I keep hearin’ all that countdown
But I ain’t rang that bell
[Chorus]
Clocks still runnin
I’m still comin (yeah)
Whole world say “fold”
But I keep gunnin (keep gunnin)
Even with the odds
Stacked above me
I ain’t out, I ain’t done
You can’t judge me
Clocks still runnin
Heart still drummin (hey!)
I was made for the storm
I ain’t duckin
Even when I’m cut
Bruised and bloody
I ain’t out, I ain’t done
You can’t judge me
[Verse 2]
Camera in my face like
“Boy, you finished or what?”
I just wipe off all that doubt
Spit the dirt, taste the rust
They don’t see the nights grindin’
They just see when I slip
They don’t know I turn the pressure
Into fuel for the trip
Talk cheap, I got scars
That ain’t healed, but they tough
Every setback was a set-up
For me levelin’ up
If the Story really over
Why my heart go this hard?
Why that second hand circle
Like it’s ready to start?
[Chorus]
Clocks still runnin
I’m still comin (oh yeah)
Whole world say “fold”
But I keep gunnin
Even with the odds
Stacked above me
I ain’t out, I ain’t done
You can’t judge me
Clocks still runnin
Heart still drummin
I was made for the storm
I ain’t duckin (never)
Even when I’m cut
Bruised and bloody
I ain’t out, I ain’t done
You can’t judge me
[Bridge]
Could I really stay down?
Ask me that to my face
I been buried, I been broken
Still I clawed out my grave
If they count me out now
Better check that time
Long as something in my chest
I’ma cross that line (yeah)
[Chorus]
Clocks still runnin
I’m still comin
Whole world say “fold”
But I keep gunnin
Even with the odds
Stacked above me
I ain’t out, I ain’t done
You can’t judge me
Clocks still runnin
Heart still drummin
I was made for the storm
I ain’t duckin
Even when I’m cut
Bruised and bloody
I ain’t out, I ain’t done
You can’t judge me

rap, Moody trap beat with spacious 808s, stuttering hi-hats, and eerie bell plucks; male vocals shifting from low, reflective verse delivery to raw, melodic hooks. Intro features filtered “broadcast” vocal over crowd ambience, then beat slams in. Chorus grows with doubled leads and distant ad-lib stack; subtle pads swell in the bridge for a final lift into the last hook.