Overtime at the Warehouse

[Intro]
Clock in
Lights buzz
Name tag crooked
Talkin’ ’bout us
[Verse 1]
Big John on the forklift
Laughin’ in the breakroom, loud
Says he got “big plans, big… everything”
Talkin’ like he run the whole crowd (yeah yeah)
Badge still says “trainee”
Lunch still cold in the bag
But he brag-brag, chest all out
Walkin’ round like he run the whole staff (woo)
Boss walk in, that’s Austin
Chain swing heavy on his chest
Everybody whisper “Big Ballz comin’”
He just smirks, says “y’all do your best” (do your best)
[Chorus]
Big John talk big, Big Ballz walk big
Whole crew laugh when they both clock in
One got jokes, the other got wins
Overtime flex in the neon din
Big John talk big, Big Ballz walk big
One push brooms, one sign slips
Same cheap coffee, same late shift
Two tall tales in a small-time biz (hey!)
[Verse 2]
John say “boss, I’m a legend”
Cleanin’ aisle seven with pride
Austin look down, stamp that paper
“Legend, huh? Take the truck outside” (skrrt)
John still boast in the parking lot
Tellin’ stories ’bout his stats
Austin count stacks in the office chair
Feet up, lean deep back (yeah)
End of the night, they clock out
John still loud at the door
Austin toss keys, “drive safe, kid”
Same old jokes, same old floor
[Chorus]
Big John talk big, Big Ballz walk big
Whole crew laugh when they both clock in
One got jokes, the other got wins
Overtime flex in the neon din
Big John talk big, Big Ballz walk big
One push brooms, one sign slips
Same cheap coffee, same late shift
Two tall tales in a small-time biz (woah)

rap, Crunchy trap drums and rubbery sub-bass, sparse eerie keys in the verses; hook hits with layered chant-style male vocals and a catchy call-and-response. Ad-libs tucked deep in the sides, occasional tape-stop FX into each hook. Vocals laid-back but smug, like an inside joke told over a late-night shift.