

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Name tag digging in my neck Fake smile, “How’s your stay?” Refill their coffee, swallow my rage Clock in, clock out, same day Sticky menus, broken chairs “Can you comp this?” “Get your boss” Bite my tongue till it tastes like metal Counting every hidden cost [Chorus] I’m done with hospitality And all this bullshit just to be underpaid Serving up my sanity For some loose change and a “maybe someday” I’m clocking out of your tiny cage I’m burning up this apron stage I’m done with hospitality I’m worth more than a minimum wage (yeah) [Verse 2] Back room breathing in the bleach Manager preaching “we’re a family” Funny how “family” never helps When the rent chews into me You say I “have a great attitude” Tip jar barely makes a sound I’ll turn this tired, cracked-up voice Into something that shakes the ground (hey) [Chorus] I’m done with hospitality And all this bullshit just to be underpaid Serving up my sanity For some loose change and a “maybe someday” I’m clocking out of your tiny cage I’m burning up this apron stage I’m done with hospitality I’m worth more than a minimum wage [Bridge] No more “yes, of course, right away” No more swallowing what I need to say I’ve got a heart, not a name tag I’ve got a life you don’t get to drag [Chorus] I’m done with hospitality And all this bullshit just to be underpaid Serving up my dignity For your five-star, fake praise parade I’m clocking out, watch me walk away You can keep your long nights, low pay I’m done with hospitality I’m done being underpaid (underpaid)
Tags
rock, Crunchy pop-rock with female vocals; palm-muted guitars in the verses over tight, punchy drums, bass driving a steady groove. Choruses explode with wide distorted guitars, stacked harmonies on the hook, and a bright, slightly overdriven lead line. Second chorus lifts with extra backing vocals and crash-heavy drums, bridge drops to half-time and cleaner tones before a final, shout-along outro hook., pop
2:32
No
4/15/2026