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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sun ain’t up but my phone’s still ringin’
Steel-toe boots by the back door waitin’
Same old ache in my spine just singin’
“Boy, you’re breakin’ for a paycheck, barely makin’”
Coffee gone cold on the kitchen table
Kids still dreamin’, dog by the cable
I’m doin’ the math and it just ain’t stable
Break my back for a boss with a brand-new label
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna go back to work
To that back-breaking grind, all hurt
Got a good roof, four walls, this dirt
Feels like heaven when I stay right here
I just wanna lay low at home
Let that hard hat gather dust on its own
If it’s up to me, I ain’t leavin’ this porch
‘Cause my back’s too broke to clock in, of course
[Verse 2]
Clock on the wall say “boy, you’re late”
My bones say “nah, this your great escape”
Union card in a pile of bills
Every punch of that time card kills
They got quotas, corners, cuttin’ miles
I got crooked vertebrae and crooked smiles
Dreamin’ ‘bout a day I can finally say
“I ain’t liftin’ nothin’ but this cold IPA”
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna go back to work
To that back-breaking grind, all hurt
Got a good roof, four walls, this dirt
Feels like heaven when I stay right here
I just wanna lay low at home
Let that hard hat gather dust on its own
If it’s up to me, I ain’t leavin’ this porch
‘Cause my back’s too broke to clock in, of course
[Bridge]
[Breakdown – drums drop to half-time, guitars chug]
Boss man callin’ (let it ring, let it ring)
Bank keeps warnin’ (same old thing)
Spine keeps shoutin’ like a busted spring
“I’m done, I’m done with everything”
Hands all scarred from that heavy load
Heart worn thin like a gravel road
If grindin’ like this is all I’m worth
I’d rather go broke than crawl to that work (hey!)
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna go back to work
To that back-breaking grind, all hurt
Got a good roof, four walls, this dirt
Feels like heaven when I stay right here
I just wanna lay low at home
Let that hard hat gather dust on its own
If it’s up to me, I ain’t leavin’ this porch
‘Cause my back’s too broke to clock in, of course
Yeah, my back’s too broke to clock in, of course (oh)
So I ain’t goin’ back to that door, no more
Details
GeneratedMar 13, 2026
Duration3:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hybrid country-metal trap with synth bass driving the verses under tight 808-style drums, twangy male vocals. Guitars kick in for a wide, melodic chorus with soaring harmonies. Bridge drops into a half-time breakdown: chugging low-tuned guitars, filtered bass, and distorted vocal shouts before a final big-hook chorus., country, metal
Credits
Prompt by
evoman
evomanModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about not wanting to go back to work because it’s a back breaking job would rather stay home. Country,Metal trap with synth bass on verse and a melodic chorus with a breakdown on bridge
