Night Shift Heartbeat

[Verse 1]
Clocked in late
Same old playlist, same old gate
Shoes on sticky floor
Dreams on clearance by the door
Barcode beeping
But my brain’s on a stage I’m seeing
Scanning chips, scanning gum
But the beat in my chest goes dumb (yeah)
[Chorus]
I got a night shift heartbeat
Thumping through these busted speakers
Faded name tag on my chest
But I move like I’m the leader
Turn this aisle into a mosh pit
Turn this counter to a throne
I got a night shift heartbeat
And it’s dragging me home, home, home
[Verse 2]
Boss man talking
Mouth on loop, but my head keeps walking
Phone in the drawer
Still I hear that crowd want more
Fluorescent ceiling
Can’t kill this restless feeling
Cart wheels squeak in time
To the hook that I hum on the grind (hey!)
[Chorus]
I got a night shift heartbeat
Thumping through these busted speakers
Faded name tag on my chest
But I move like I’m the leader
Turn this aisle into a mosh pit
Turn this counter to a throne
I got a night shift heartbeat
And it’s dragging me home, home, home
[Bridge]
Cash drawer clicks
I’m counting seconds, not these bills
One more sip
Of lukewarm coffee, chasing thrills
When that door locks
I’ll trade this apron for a mic
Same shoes, same socks
Different world when I step in the lights (woah)
[Chorus]
I got a night shift heartbeat
Thumping through these busted speakers
Faded name tag on my chest
But I move like I’m the leader
Turn this aisle into a mosh pit
Turn this counter to a throne
I got a night shift heartbeat
And it’s dragging me home, home, home

rap, Hybrid rap-pop banger over shuffling house groove and pop-punk guitars; verses ride a tight hip-hop pocket with dry male vocals and subtle pitch FX, chorus explodes with layered gang chants and bright synth stabs, bridge strips down to kick, claps, and bass before a final, bigger-hook reprise, pop punk, hip hop, pop