[Intro]
Clocked in
Apron on
Same four walls
’til the plates all gone
[Verse 1]
Working in the kitchen at studio one eighty-three
Grease on my shoes, got sauce on my tee
Ticket line long, I’m just trying to be free
But the rent due soon and they counting on me
Steam in my face, but my mind on the charts
Flipping these orders while I’m flipping these bars
Manager talking like he running my heart
I just nod, write rhymes on the back of the chart
[Chorus]
Working in the kitchen at studio one eighty-three
Turning all this heat into fuel for the dream
Burnt-out lights, but the vision still clean
Clock in broke, clock out like a king (yeah)
Working in the kitchen at studio one eighty-three
Stirring up a future in between these fries
Mopping up the floor while I memorize lines
Someday they gon’ book me for the other side
[Verse 2]
Fry light buzzing, that’s my cheap halo
Homie on the prep line yelling, “Lay low”
’Cause the boss in the back, eyes like payroll
But my head in the clouds, pen doing slow rolls
Phone by the register, voice memos stacked
Sixteen tucked in with the knives in the rack
Customers complain, but I’m calm, never crack
I’ve been broke too long to be scared of a flap
[Bridge]
What you know about breaks in the walk-in, freezing?
Writing on a box with a marker, breathing
Smelling like onion, dreaming of an evening
Where I walk on stage and they chant what I’m bleeding (hey!)
[Chorus]
Working in the kitchen at studio one eighty-three
Turning all this heat into fuel for the dream
Burnt-out lights, but the vision still clean
Clock in broke, clock out like a king
Working in the kitchen at studio one eighty-three
Stirring up a future in between these fries
Mopping up the floor while I memorize lines
Someday they gon’ book me for the other side (one eighty-three)