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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Clocked out
But I still hear that bell ring
Phone buzz
Like they dying if I don’t pick
Off day
I’m still smelling like the fry pit
Shirt stained
Grease spots on my soul
Can’t hide it
[Pre-Chorus]
Every little ring say “where you at?”
Like the whole place fall if I don’t come back
I’m tryna breathe
They keep pulling me in
I’m in my bed but I’m stuck in that shift again
[Chorus]
I hate this job
I swear I do
Grease on my hands
In my hair
In my mood
They call me up like they can’t make it through
One single day if I’m not in that room
I hate this job
It’s killing my peace
Every off day they drag me back in the heat
They got my time
But they ain’t got me
I’m clocked out
Let me be
Let me be
[Verse 2]
Name tag
On the dresser like a bad dream
Drive-thru
In my head
Hearing “extra wings”
Oil pops
Every time I try to fall asleep
Smell stuck in my hoodie
In my car seat
In my sheets
[Pre-Chorus]
Why they always call when I find rest
“Can you cover?” like I’m all they got left
I hit decline
But the guilt sink in
Got my life on hold for a wage too thin
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I’m not your savior
I’m just tryna save me
You got a whole crew
Why you always chase me? (always)
Turn the phone face-down
Let it ring
Let it plead
’Cause my heart need a break more than you need me
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 29, 2025
Duration3:07
LanguageEnglish
Style
Moody midtempo R&B with warm Rhodes, lazy bass groove, and tight, dry drums; male vocals sit close and conversational in the verses, then soar with stacked harmonies on the hook. Subtle guitar licks and airy pads creep in on the pre-chorus, with ad-libs and call-and-response backing vocals heating up the final chorus for a frustrated-but-sultry vibe.
Credits
Prompt byNoiseElectric460
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Song about hating job.Employees call back to back on off days as if they can’t survive one day without me being there. RNB vibe for this please.Fast food chicken is the job so always covered in grease
