Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Clock in Jaw tight Same floor Same fight (yeah) [Verse 1] Night shift demons in a blue vest Barcode dreams, never do rest Joe on the jack, eyes blood red Tyler stackin' packs like he want me dead Shrink-wrap fingers, cardboard cuts Manager talk tough, we don't budge Five more pallets in the aisle like coffins "Pick up pace" — I hear the voice, I'm off him [Chorus] Me, Joe, and Tyler in the paper aisle Hate in our hands every box we file Fold that rage, stack it to the ceiling Every roll a threat to the way we feelin' We don't smile, we just push that cart Turn cheap pay into sharpened hearts Me, Joe, and Tyler in the paper aisle If we snap tonight, they gon’ call it "wild" (yeah) [Verse 2] Fluorescent buzz in my skull like hornets Clock on the wall doin' slow-motion torment Tyler got a tear in his badge, says "family" He laughs, says "family don't starve you annually" Joe mutter curses at the endcap sign "Rollbacks" printed, never on our time Stack napkins, towels, row on row Every little square just fuels that glow [Chorus] Me, Joe, and Tyler in the paper aisle Hate in our hands every box we file Fold that rage, stack it to the ceiling Every roll a threat to the way we feelin' We don't smile, we just push that cart Turn cheap pay into sharpened hearts Me, Joe, and Tyler in the paper aisle If we snap tonight, they gon’ call it "wild" (yeah) [Bridge] Price tags hang like chains on the shelf "Everyday low" but it's high on my health We ain't heroes, we ain't fine We just three ghosts trapped in the line Paper cuts deep, but the words cut deeper Shift don’t end, it just loops, gets meaner (hey) [Chorus] Me, Joe, and Tyler in the paper aisle Hate in our hands every box we file Fold that rage, stack it to the ceiling Every roll a threat to the way we feelin' We don't smile, we just push that cart Turn cheap pay into sharpened hearts Me, Joe, and Tyler in the paper aisle If we walk tonight, they gon’ call it "wild"
Tags
rap, Menacing trap beat with rattling hi-hats, distorted 808s, and eerie bell melody; male vocals, tight, aggressive flow. Verses stay close and claustrophobic, doubled in low octaves; hook explodes with shouted gang vocals and extra sub. Sparse, glitchy FX between lines to mimic flickering fluorescent lights, ending with everything dropping out on the last bar for a dry, a cappella punchline.
Duration
2:10
Instrumental
No
Created
2/27/2026