Come On, Matt

Come on Matt

Clock in, clock out, same track

Boss barkin' orders like he own your back

You scroll your phone, dream life on the dash

But you freeze when it's time to crash that path

Break time talk, say you hate that chair

Say you movin' soon, man, you almost there

But "almost" been years, same stain on the rug

Same passcode gate, same plastic mug

Come on Matt, stop being a slave, man

You tradein' all your days for the name on the name tag

Come on Matt, how long you gon' obey that?

They dangle you a raise, you erase what you came as

Come on Matt, stop being a slave, man

Clock hands cuttin' deep, you just call it the game, yeah

Come on Matt, you know you were made, man

For more than just a barcode and a worn-out lanyard

You talk big dreams in the parking lot haze

Blueprints drawn on a crumpled bag, greasy from the place

You got skills, but you hide 'em in a hoodie and shame

Like they only worth somethin' if they sign you a chain

Your mama said stand up, dad said "play safe"

Now you stuck in the middle with a middle-aged face

In your twenties, but you tired like fifty-eight

'Cause you carry their weight while they carry your pay

What if you walked in, said "I'm done today"? (hey!)

What if you loved you more than you love that wage?

What if fear's just bars on a painted cage?

Push that door, feel that floor, let it shake

Come on Matt, stop being a slave, man

You tradein' all your days for the name on the name tag

Come on Matt, how long you gon' obey that?

They dangle you a raise, you erase what you came as

Come on Matt, stop being a slave, man

Clock hands cuttin' deep, you just call it the game, yeah

Come on Matt, you know you were made, man

For more than just a barcode and a worn-out lanyard