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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Clock out broke
Hands full of dust
Nickel in my shoe
Dreams in the rust
I wore the grin
Even when it slipped
Kept my chin up
With a cracked lip
Every closed door
Left a mark on me
Every wrong turn
Made a hard old key
[Pre-Chorus]
I been climbing
Stone by stone
I been bleeding
On this road
I been laughing
Through the rain
Saying, baby
I can take the pain
[Chorus]
Fake it till you make it
(fake it till you make it)
Small taste, I take it
(small taste, I take it)
I been up that hill
I been up that hill
One day broke
Next day little thrill
[Verse 2]
Boss man smiled
While the lights went low
Said, “keep it moving”
So I went slow
Rent due Friday
Hope due too
I sold my pride
Just to get to you
Missed my shot
Then I missed it twice
Still I held that flame
Like a loaded dice
[Pre-Chorus]
I been climbing
Stone by stone
I been bleeding
On this road
I been laughing
Through the rain
Saying, baby
I can take the pain
[Chorus]
Fake it till you make it
(fake it till you make it)
Small taste, I take it
(small taste, I take it)
I been up that hill
I been up that hill
One day broke
Next day little thrill
[Bridge]
When the room got cold
I kept my name
When the crowd went thin
I kept my flame
If I lose my voice
I still won’t fold
I got scarred-up hands
And a heart of gold
[Final Chorus]
Fake it till you make it
(fake it till you make it)
Small taste, I take it
(small taste, I take it)
I been up that hill
I been up that hill
Now the first sweet win
Got me standing still
Fake it till you make it
(fake it till you make it)
I’m not done yet
I’m not done yet
Details
GeneratedJun 19, 2026
Duration3:53
LanguageEnglish
Style
Blues-rock with soul-grunge guitars and moody flute accents, mid-tempo swung stomp; verse rides dry kick, gritty slide guitar, and sparse flute replies; pre-chorus opens with rising harmony stacks and handclaps; chorus hits with raw gang doubles and a tighter guitar riff. Backing vocals echo hook words, flute threads between lines, tape-sat edges, roomy close-mic lead, thick punchy low end., blues, grunge, soul, fake
Credits
Prompt by
Dean_Kruger
Dean_KrugerModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Gritty blues, with a touch of soul grunge guitars and flute backing about the grind to make it or fake it until you make it the uphill climb with many failures before a small taste of success cant sto
