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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
Details
GeneratedApr 1, 2026
Duration3:06
LanguageItalian
Style
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
Credits
Prompt bySoftHook437
ModelAria v5
Prompt
male melodic trap, jazz, rap
