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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Steel toes on the concrete
Clock in, back hurts, don't speak
Grease stain on my name tag
Paycheck thin as a brake pad
Dust cloud in that F-1-5
Windows down, I feel alive
Seat torn, but the soul clean
Rust shining like a gold ring
[Chorus]
Blue collar days, redline nights
Punch that clock, then I hit them lights
F-150, mud on the tires
Weekend wrenches, playing with fire
Yeah I break my back, then I break that throttle
Work all week, then I twist that bottle
Nine to five grind, then I lose my mind
On two wheels chasing that white line (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Friday whistle, I'm already gone
Lunchbox rattling, same old song
Gas card maxed but I still fill
Chasing that curve, that uphill
Chrome frame in the back shed
Chain grease on my hands, thread
Helmet on, hear my heart pound
One wrong move, I kiss the ground
[Chorus]
Blue collar days, redline nights
Punch that clock, then I hit them lights
F-150, mud on the tires
Weekend wrenches, playing with fire
Yeah I break my back, then I break that throttle
Work all week, then I twist that bottle
Nine to five grind, then I lose my mind
On two wheels chasing that white line
[Bridge]
If I don't bend, then I might just break
So I lean hard into every mistake
Got scars on my arms, prayers on my breath
Living in between overtime and death (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Blue collar days, redline nights
Punch that clock, then I hit them lights
F-150, mud on the tires
Weekend wrenches, playing with fire
Yeah I break my back, then I break that throttle
Work all week, then I twist that bottle
Nine to five grind, then I lose my mind
On two wheels flirting with that line
Details
GeneratedMar 2, 2026
Duration2:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hybrid rock-trap banger: crunchy distorted guitars riding over trunk-rattling 808s and snapping hats. Verses stay tight and rhythmic with half-sung, half-rapped male vocals, then explode into a shouted gang-vocal chorus. Big tom fills into each hook, with subtle revving-engine sound design tucked behind the drops. Final chorus stacks harmonies and octave doubles for a crowd-chant feel., beats, rock
Credits
Prompt by
MrBox
MrBoxModelAria v5
Prompt
rock, trap, beats song about working a blue collar life driving my f-150 and crushing my motorcycle on the weekends
