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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Up before the sun
Coffee in a stained thermos cup
Dust on my boots, same old rig road
Same worn work truck
Hands in the mud
Clock in, then the time runs slow
Boss man barking from the heated cab
Like he ever swung iron in the snow
[Chorus]
Feels like it’s never enough in this new world
Bleeding my knuckles for a check that won’t clear
They count barrels while I count debts
Stacked to my neck, drowning in fear
Give ‘em my back, my bones, my years
Still they say “do more” like it’s my fault
I’m out here breaking just to barely hold on
But it’s never, never enough
[Verse 2]
Payday hits
Gone quick to the landlord’s hand
Light bill, truck note, baby needs shoes
I’m broke before my boots hit the land
Scrolling my phone
Seeing folks say “just work hard”
Try a week out here in this wind
See if that advice gets you far (yeah)
[Chorus]
Feels like it’s never enough in this new world
Bleeding my knuckles for a check that won’t clear
They count barrels while I count debts
Stacked to my neck, drowning in fear
Give ‘em my back, my bones, my years
Still they say “do more” like it’s my fault
I’m out here breaking just to barely hold on
But it’s never, never enough
[Bridge]
Crew cab full of voices
Still I feel alone out here (so alone)
Steel sky, cold ground, hard choices
Nobody sees past the gear
If I disappeared at sunrise
Would it shake anything at all?
Or would the foreman just shrug
Say, “get another hand on the call”?
[Chorus]
Feels like it’s never enough in this new world
Bleeding my knuckles for a check that won’t clear
They count barrels while I count debts
Stacked to my neck, drowning in fear
Give ‘em my back, my bones, my years
Still they say “do more” like it’s my fault (hey)
I’m out here breaking just to barely hold on
But it’s never, never enough (never enough)
Details
GeneratedJan 31, 2026
Duration3:06
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody country-trap hybrid with male vocals: twangy acoustic guitar over a slow, knocking trap groove, sub-heavy low end, and sparse banjo plucks on the off-beat. Verses stay close and confessional, half-sung half-rapped; chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a wide reverb tail. Subtle pedal steel swells in the back half to lift the emotion, 2nd chorus hits harder with extra ad-libs and a slightly busier hi-hat pattern., world, country
Credits
Prompt by
evoman
evomanModelAria v5
Prompt
A country trap song about not being appreciated at work in the oilfield no matter how hard you work it will never be enough not enough money to pay bills in this new world and always feeling alone
