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Lyrics
[Verse]
Steel-toed boots, clockin’ in at dawn,
Hands on the grind till the daylight’s gone.
Sweat drips heavy, paychecks thin,
Blue collar dreams where the hustle begins.
[Chorus]
Hard hat swag, makin’ green stack piles,
Punch that clock, runnin’ dirty for miles.
Grease-stained knuckles, dirt on my shirt,
Blue collar grind, yeah, we make it work.
[Verse 2]
Jackhammer rhythm, concrete symphony,
Lunchbox kingpin, livin’ frugally.
Twelve-hour shifts, no time for slack,
Green dollars earned, got the world on my back.
[Bridge]
Factory floors singin’ sparks in the night,
Calloused palms clutchin’ dreams held tight.
Punchin’ out late but the fire won’t fade,
Buildin’ my life with the dues I paid.
[Chorus]
Hard hat swag, makin’ green stack piles,
Punch that clock, runnin’ dirty for miles.
Grease-stained knuckles, dirt on my shirt,
Blue collar grind, yeah, we make it work.
[Verse 3]
Welding flames kiss the edges of steel,
Grinding gears scream, that’s the real deal.
Ain’t no shortcuts, this path ain’t clean,
But it’s honest bread earned, chasing that green.
Details
GeneratedJun 21, 2025
Duration2:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
male vocals, acoustic, rap, country
Credits
Prompt by
ewagner
ewagnerModelAria v4
Prompt
Song about being a blue collar worker making green dollars, rap, country
