

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Clock’s off, phone’s dead, I ain’t pickin’ it up Boss can wait, baby, I’m busy gettin’ fucked up Rollin’ this blunt with my fingers slow Taste the smoke, taste my skin, you already know [Chorus] Light me up, take a hit, let it burn Ain’t no rush, we got time, take your turn Fuck the job, fuck the rules, I’m on strike Till your lips, till your hips, got me right [Chorus] Light me up, take a hit, let it burn Ain’t no rush, we got time, take your turn Fuck the job, fuck the rules, I’m on strike Till your lips, till your hips, got me right [Verse] Your hands on my waist, pull me closer, yeah Whisperin’ shit that’s makin’ me melt Overtime? Nah, I’m workin’ this curve Every touch got me losin’ my breath [Pre-Chorus] You say, "Slow down," I say, "Make me" Every inch got me shakin’ crazy Ain’t no clock on this kind of pay Just your moans drippin’ sweet like syrup, babe [Chorus] Light me up, take a hit, let it burn Ain’t no rush, we got time, take your turn Fuck the job, fuck the rules, I’m on strike Till your lips, till your hips, got me right [Chorus]Light me up, take a hit, let it burn Ain’t no rush, we got time, take your turn Fuck the job, fuck the rules, I’m on strike
Tags
Country Rap with harmonica and clarinet setting the rhythm tener saxophone running unique solos deep rolling bass, male
1:55
No
11/1/2025