Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Clock hits five
hands smell like metal and sweat
Dust on my boots
paycheck barely clears the debt
Punch out, peel out
parking lot gravel in the air
That old F-150’s
got my whole week in the cab right there
[Chorus]
Rust, steel and gasoline
blue collar blood in my veins, I bleed
From the workbench
to the backroad speed
I break my back
then I break my machine
I live hard
yeah, I live between
Nine-to-fives
and busted dreams
Rust, steel and gasoline
(that’s my routine)
[Verse 2]
Saturday sun
got the bike shined up and loud
Leather on my shoulders
like I’m walking through a cloud
Twist that throttle
let the whole town see me fly
If I’m going out
I’m going out riding high
[Bridge]
Oil on my knuckles
scars on my knees
Punching that clock
then I chase what I need
If I crash
I’ll crawl back to my feet
I was built
for the burn and the heat (yeah)
[Chorus]
Rust, steel and gasoline
blue collar blood in my veins, I bleed
From the workbench
to the backroad speed
I break my back
then I break my machine
I live hard
yeah, I live between
Nine-to-fives
and busted dreams
Rust, steel and gasoline
(that’s my routine, my routine)
Style
rapgritty rock-trap hybrid with male vocalsdistorted power chords over booming sub-bass and crisp trap drums. verses keep a tight half-time swagger with dry vocalsubtle auto-tune on select phrases. chorus explodes with stacked shout-along hooksoverhead room micsand a wide lead guitar riff shadowing the topline. bridge drops to filtered drums and bassthen slams back with gang vocals on the final hook.rockbeats
Prompt
rock, trap, beats song about working a blue collar life driving my f-150 and crushing my motorcycle on the weekends
Credits
Prompt by
MrBox
MrBoxGeneratedMar 2, 2026
ModelAria v5
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