Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Clock in
Doors slam
Same old hallway
Same old plan
W.N.C.C. buzzing like a hive
But we got jokes that keep us alive
Blue moon shots in a paper cup
Laugh too hard
We mess it up
Trauma bonding on a plastic chair
You say “it’s rough” and I say “I’m there”
[Chorus]
Mid night shift with Buddy
We turn the hard days funny
From the break room light
To the parking lot sky
Mid night shift with Buddy
Yeah
We’re tired
Yeah
We’re clumsy
But this friend right by my side
Keeps my burned-out heart alive
[Verse 2]
Clock hits two
We’re half asleep
Inside stories running deep
You roll your eyes
I fake my pain
“That’s trauma
Bro” and we laugh again
Late-night dinner in a half-closed spot
Grease on the table
Food still hot
You steal my fries
I steal your drink
We share too much
Then never blink
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[beat drops
Crowd chants]
From the first bad day
To the last long run
You turn every shift
Into something dumb and fun
If the world feels heavy
You just say my name
And we grin like fools
In the middle of the strain
[Chorus]
Style
high-energy dj-friendly mix with thick bassfour-on-the-floor kickand crunchy rhythm guitars. verses stay tight over a looping band groove; chorus explodes with stacked gang vocalsshout-along hookand filtered risers into each drop. male vocalsplayful ad-libsand a breakdown section built for crowd sing-backs.
Prompt
I cherish my friendship with BuddyTrBu. We've shared many moments, like Mid Night Shift at W.N.C.C . And I love their Trauma Bonding . Together we enjoy Blue moon shots, jokes, and mid night dinner. My favorite genre of music is Dj, bass,band, guita.
Credits
Prompt by
sosteps105
sosteps105GeneratedJan 11, 2026
ModelAria v5
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