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Lyrics
[Verse]
Boots on the floor, clock says five,
Steel toes stompin', keepin' dreams alive.
Sweat drips, dirt grips, callus on my hand,
Blue collar anthem, I'm a workin' man.
[Prechorus]
But the sun sinks low, the whistle blows,
Friday night hits, anything goes.
[Chorus]
Work all week, grind the gears,
Weekend smoke to clear the fears.
Crack a beer, roll it slow,
This is the life, it’s all I know.
[Verse 2]
Shovel to the gravel, my back won’t break,
Eatin' that overtime, stackin' the cake.
Rusty truck, but it runs just fine,
She hums on the road, like a bassline grind.
[Bridge]
Ash in the wind, stars in the sky,
Feel that high, let the stress untie.
Monday’s comin', but it’s still far,
Tonight I’m the king, under neon stars.
[Chorus]
Work all week, grind the gears,
Weekend smoke to clear the fears.
Crack a beer, roll it slow,
This is the life, it’s all I know.
Details
GeneratedSep 20, 2025
Duration1:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
acoustic guitar with 808 bass, gritty, rap, male vocals, country, country rap, laid-back groove
Credits
Prompt bySilly_Goose
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Blue collar country style rap about working hard all week and smoking weed on the weekends
