Company Time

[Verse 1]
Name’s Juan
Clocked in late again, man, I ain’t lyin’
Hit the break room first, plate stacked, I’m fine
Till that first big bite starts twistin’ my spine
Next stop “corner office” with the out-of-order sign
That stall my desk
Porcelain chair, that’s where I flex
Emails on my phone, pants ‘round my legs
Whole crew lookin’ for me while I’m starin’ at the eggs (oh no)
[Chorus]
I’m on company time, on that company throne
Turn the bathroom stall to my cubicle zone
Eat a big meal, then I pay for the crime
Stomach start talkin’, gotta handle it on company time
Yeah, I’m on company time, boss blowin’ up my line
Breakin’ all the tools while I’m breakin’ my spine
If they ever fire me, I’ll still be fine
‘Cause my office is the bathroom on company time
[Verse 2]
Last week dropped a drill, that was ten grand gone
Boss said, “Juan, what planet you on?”
Forklift beepin’, shelves leanin’ all wrong
Whole place shakin’ like a redneck song
HR callin’
But I’m in stall ten scrollin’ and stallin’
They think I’m grindin’, I’m just survivin’
Sweatin’ through lunch while my gut’s revolvin’ (woah)
[Chorus]
I’m on company time, on that company throne
Turn the bathroom stall to my cubicle zone
Eat a big meal, then I pay for the crime
Stomach start talkin’, gotta handle it on company time
Yeah, I’m on company time, breakin’ stuff on the side
Cost the whole job money, still I take that ride
If they ever fire me, I’ll still be fine
‘Cause my office is the bathroom on company time

rap, Laid-back country trap beat with twangy acoustic riff and warm 808 groove; male vocals with a talk-sung, jokey flow in the verses and big shout-along hook. Harmonic backings on the chorus, light slide guitar fills, and a playful energy arc that builds from deadpan storytelling to rowdy bar-sing vibe by the last hook., country, hip-hop