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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Name tag, fake smile, fluorescent sun
"Can I speak to your manager?"
sure, just pick one
You bark your order like you own my soul
pointing at the veggies
like you're losing control
You throw your card, say my wage is a joke
call me "little girl"
like you hope I choke
You film my face for your page, for a thrill
I ring you up thinking
"keep talking, I will"
[Chorus]
Piece of shit, fuck you all
I hate it here, hear me roar, watch me fall
right out the door, I’m done, I’m gone
Keep your crumbs, your crumbs, I’m moving on
(I’m moving on, hey!)
I’m leaving, can’t you tell?
Take your footlong attitude straight to hell
I’m done being quiet on this carousel
I’m leaving
see you in hell
[Verse 2]
Crumbs on the counter, spit on the floor
You snap your fingers
like I’m built for your war
You say "smile more," while you curse my name
I’ve swallowed every storm
now I’m torching the frame
Clock ticks slow in this plastic grave
every "hurry up" just buries the grave
Manager mutters, "we’re a family here"
Funny how that family
only loves your fear
[Chorus]
Piece of shit, fuck you all
I hate it here, hear me roar, watch me fall
right out the door, I’m done, I’m gone
Keep your crumbs, your crumbs, I’m moving on
(I’m moving on, yeah!)
I’m leaving, can’t you tell?
Take your footlong attitude straight to hell
I’m done being quiet on this carousel
I’m leaving
see you in hell
[Bridge]
Apron off
hat on the ground
your free refills
can all drown
This last shift
this last yell
one last ticket
then farewell
You want extra rage?
that’s on me
You want fresh pain?
that’s not free
You want a smile?
ring that bell
I’m off the line now
serve yourself
[Chorus]
Piece of shit, fuck you all
I hate it here, hear me roar, watch me fall
right out the door, I’m done, I’m gone
Keep your crumbs, your crumbs, I’m moving on
(I’m moving on, hey!)
I’m leaving, can’t you tell?
Take your footlong attitude straight to hell
I quit your circus, broke the spell
I’m leaving
see you in hell
Details
GeneratedMar 4, 2026
Duration2:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Aggressive rap-rock with female vocals, palm-muted guitars exploding into open-chord choruses, snarling bass locked to a stomping half-time groove. Verses spit tight, rhythmic bars; hook widens with gang vocals and distorted power chords. Occasional screamed ad-libs, filtered megaphone effect on select lines, and a final feedback-drenched outro., rock
Credits
Prompt by
megsbloo04
megsbloo04ModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about a girl who works in a subway store at her breaking point with rude customers. Piece of shit. Fuck you all. I hate it here. Im leaving. See you in hell Rap/rock. Female
