[Intro] Clock in Clock out Same stain on the countertop Same curse in my mouth (yeah) [Verse 1] Boss talk cheap Words sharp like rent due Smell bleach in my clothes Feel mold in my chest too Thirty-minute lunch Ten minutes just to breathe right Rest twenty scrolling jobs Under busted ceiling light Timecard cracked Ink smeared like my last name HR smile thin Eyes say "You're replaceable, man" Late bus, wet socks Coffee tastes like burnt dust Paycheck half-gone Before it even leaves the stub [Chorus] Half day, whole life Bleeding in a blue shirt Clock hands slice Every little dream first Nine to die-five Living in a long curse I give my time, my mind They give me back dirt (yeah, back dirt) [Verse 2] Supervisor breathing Like he own my skeleton "Pick up pace" While he bragging ’bout his peloton Staple in my thumb Paper cut on my soul Copy room humming Like it's laughing ‘bout control Calendar packed Every square a small cage Performance review "Great grind, same wage" Bathroom stall My office with the door locked Prayer on the graffiti "Leave if you can afford loss" [Chorus] Half day, whole life Bleeding in a blue shirt Clock hands slice Every little dream first Nine to die-five Living in a long curse I give my time, my mind They give me back dirt (back dirt, yeah) [Bridge] How much is a Monday On the market? What’s the going rate For a broken-hearted target? I trade sleep for survival Trade spine for a title Trade health for a handshake From somebody idle (uh) [Verse 3] Emails ping Like they tapping on my rib cage "Circle back, quick" While my brain flatlined three days Toxic small talk Fake laughs in the kitchenette "Happy hour later?" My liver screaming "this a threat" Overtime "optional" Rent say "mandatory" Couple dreams in a jar Dust on the top, gory Walk home, street wet Shoes split, mind blank Heart on zero But they still want thanks (what?) [Chorus] Half day, whole life Bleeding in a blue shirt Clock hands slice Every little dream first Nine to die-five Living in a long curse I give my time, my mind They give me back dirt [Outro] Clock in Clock out Whole soul on the discount One day Walk out Leave that timecard face-down (face-down, yeah)

rap, Dusty underground boom-bap fused with glitchy trap hats and warped vocal chops; verses ride a swung, head-nod groove that keeps glitch stutters tucked under the kick and snare. Male vocals, slightly distorted and up-front, with ad-lib doubles on punchlines. Hook widens with grimy 808s, filtered synth bass, and a pitched-down chant under the main vocal. Final chorus strips to drums and bass for a raw, drained-out ending., hip hop, underground hip hop, glitch hop

Half Day, Whole Life