Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up before the sun
Steel toe on the floor
Badge clipped to my shirt
Same walk, same door
Lunchbox got one apple
And a crumpled little note
Rent due on Friday
I can feel it in my throat
[Pre-Chorus]
I keep my head down
Keep my hands rough
Trade my hours in
But it ain't enough
Every check leaves quick
Like a ghost in smoke
I'm still standing here
But I'm running on broke
[Chorus]
Clocked in, clocked out
Tryna break these chains
Clocked in, clocked out
Still got bills in my veins
If I could slip away
I'd go where my name is mine
Clocked in, clocked out
I need my own time
[Verse 2]
Boss says "pick it up"
While my back says "wait"
Hard hat full of rain
And a heart full of weight
Mom on the phone
Says "boy, hold on"
I say "I'm trying, ma
But the weeks feel long"
My boots got mud
From the same old yard
Every little dream
Feels a little too far
Clock on the wall
Like a judge with teeth
Tells me "work, work, work"
Till there's nothing left in me
[Pre-Chorus]
I keep my head down
Keep my hands rough
Trade my hours in
But it ain't enough
Every check leaves quick
Like a ghost in smoke
I'm still standing here
But I'm running on broke
[Chorus]
Clocked in, clocked out
Tryna break these chains
Clocked in, clocked out
Still got bills in my veins
If I could slip away
I'd go where my name is mine
Clocked in, clocked out
I need my own time
[Bridge]
I want clean hands
I want open road
I want sleep that lasts
I want less to owe
One day, one day
I might leave this place
Until then I'm here
With a tired face
[Chorus]
Clocked in, clocked out
Tryna break these chains
Clocked in, clocked out
Still got bills in my veins
If I could slip away
I'd go where my name is mine
Clocked in, clocked out
I need my own time
Style
melodic trap with half-time 808 bouncetight hi-hat rollsminor-key piano loopand a moody synth pad; verse stays intimate and clippedpre-chorus opens with stacked harmonies and rising filter sweepschorus lands with wide sung doubles and a short chantable anchor. add reverse swells into the hookcash-register ticks between linesand a sub drop under the title phrase. bright-topheavy-bottom mix with a polished late-night sheen.
Prompt
A humble melodic trap song about working blue collar and being a slave to the system, stressed about bills and wanting to be free
Credits
Prompt byNick_Origins
GeneratedMay 6, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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