Overtime In My Hoodie

[Verse 1]
Late fees on my library card
Red flags in my email spam
Boss left me on read again
I’m still showin’ up, that’s the plan
Three missed calls from my mom
“Have you eaten? Call me back.”
Got dreams on a cracked-screen phone
And rent on a payment plan track
[Chorus]
I’m still here
Same hoodie, same fears
But I don’t tap out
I just grind through the years (yeah)
They clock out
I clock back in
Overtime on a Monday, Tuesday
’Til my losses start to win
[Verse 2]
Cold fries in a paper bag
Paycheck gone in a week
Friends flexin’ on close friends feed
I mute that, I gotta think
Scuffed Vans on the subway floor
Heart loud in a quiet car
Sayin’, “Don’t you dare give up”
Yeah, I might, but not this part
[Chorus]
I’m still here
Same hoodie, same fears
But I don’t tap out
I just grind through the years (hey)
They clock out
I clock back in
Overtime on a Monday, Tuesday
’Til my losses start to win
[Bridge]
Shouts in my head like
“Kid, you’re done, just quit” (nah)
I talk back, “Watch me
Break this brick by brick”
[Chorus]
I’m still here
Same hoodie, same fears
But I don’t tap out
I just grind through the years (oh yeah)
They clock out
I clock back in
Overtime on a Monday, Tuesday
’Til my losses start to win
Overtime on a Monday, Tuesday
’Til my losses start to win (hey!)

rap, Crunchy pop-punk guitars over a swung, head-nod hip hop groove; male vocals with talk-rap verses that sit almost conversational over tight bass and punchy drums. Choruses explode into gang-shouted hooks, stacked harmonies, and wide distorted power chords. Brief half-time bridge with filtered drums then a final, louder hook with extra ad‑libs and crowd vocals., hip hop, punk, male vocals, pop