

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Ash in the tray Phone face down Ceiling fan hum Same old sound [Verse 1] Got a text from you Didn’t even read it all Saw your name on the screen Felt my heartbeat stall Half-packed bags In the corner of the room Been sayin’ I’ll leave Since last June (yeah) Take-out boxes On the coffee table You said love’s a movie I just feel the cable Tangled in my thoughts Talkin’ to the wall You sleep on my chest I don’t sleep at all [Chorus] Night shift in my head, I don’t clock out Workin’ overtime on every doubt You pour red wine, I pour my stress You undress slow, I stay dressed in regrets Night shift in my head, can’t turn it off You say “just feel,” I’m stuck on the cost If lovin’ you’s a drug I can’t quit yet Guess I’m punchin’ in For another sunset (yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Your playlist loopin’ Same three songs You hum off-key But you still sing along You dance in the kitchen Wearin’ my old tee Say “this could be heaven” I’m like “we gon’ see” Bills on the fridge With the magnets crooked Every little fight Got a place I can’t look at You kiss my neck Like a truce you won Then ask, “Baby Tell me are we done?” (are we?) [Chorus] Night shift in my head, I don’t clock out Workin’ overtime on every doubt You pour red wine, I pour my stress You undress slow, I stay dressed in regrets Night shift in my head, can’t turn it off You say “just feel,” I’m stuck on the cost If lovin’ you’s a drug I can’t quit yet Guess I’m punchin’ in For another sunset (oh, oh) [Bridge] Maybe I just love The way we almost break Livin’ on the edge Of every choice we make If we ever heal Would we feel this deep? Would we even know If it’s safe to sleep? (yeah) [Chorus] Night shift in my head, I don’t clock out Workin’ overtime on every doubt You pour red wine, I pour my stress You undress slow, I stay dressed in regrets Night shift in my head, can’t turn it off You say “just feel,” I’m stuck on the cost If lovin’ you’s a drug I can’t quit yet Guess I’m punchin’ in For another sunset
Tags
rap, Moody melodic trap meets late-night jazz; male vocals glide between melodic rap and soulful hooks. Sparse piano and smoky sax phrases ride over a swung, half-time groove with deep bass and crisp hats. Verses stay intimate and conversational, hook blooms with stacked harmonies and airy pads. Occasional pitched ad-libs tuck behind the lead to thicken the emotion., jazz
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4/1/2026