Lyrics
[Intro]
Clock in
Clock out
Same stain on the countertop
Same curse in my mouth (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Boss talk cheap
Words sharp like rent due
Smell bleach in my clothes
Feel mold in my chest too
Thirty-minute lunch
Ten minutes just to breathe right
Rest twenty scrolling jobs
Under busted ceiling light
Timecard cracked
Ink smeared like my last name
HR smile thin
Eyes say "You're replaceable, man"
Late bus, wet socks
Coffee tastes like burnt dust
Paycheck half-gone
Before it even leaves the stub
[Chorus]
Half day, whole life
Bleeding in a blue shirt
Clock hands slice
Every little dream first
Nine to die-five
Living in a long curse
I give my time, my mind
They give me back dirt (yeah, back dirt)
[Verse 2]
Supervisor breathing
Like he own my skeleton
"Pick up pace"
While he bragging ’bout his peloton
Staple in my thumb
Paper cut on my soul
Copy room humming
Like it's laughing ‘bout control
Calendar packed
Every square a small cage
Performance review
"Great grind, same wage"
Bathroom stall
My office with the door locked
Prayer on the graffiti
"Leave if you can afford loss"
[Chorus]
Half day, whole life
Bleeding in a blue shirt
Clock hands slice
Every little dream first
Nine to die-five
Living in a long curse
I give my time, my mind
They give me back dirt (back dirt, yeah)
[Bridge]
How much is a Monday
On the market?
What’s the going rate
For a broken-hearted target?
I trade sleep for survival
Trade spine for a title
Trade health for a handshake
From somebody idle (uh)
[Verse 3]
Emails ping
Like they tapping on my rib cage
"Circle back, quick"
While my brain flatlined three days
Toxic small talk
Fake laughs in the kitchenette
"Happy hour later?"
My liver screaming "this a threat"
Overtime "optional"
Rent say "mandatory"
Couple dreams in a jar
Dust on the top, gory
Walk home, street wet
Shoes split, mind blank
Heart on zero
But they still want thanks (what?)
[Chorus]
Half day, whole life
Bleeding in a blue shirt
Clock hands slice
Every little dream first
Nine to die-five
Living in a long curse
I give my time, my mind
They give me back dirt
[Outro]
Clock in
Clock out
Whole soul on the discount
One day
Walk out
Leave that timecard face-down (face-down, yeah)
Style
rapdusty underground boom-bap fused with glitchy trap hats and warped vocal chops; verses ride a swunghead-nod groove that keeps glitch stutters tucked under the kick and snare. male vocalsslightly distorted and up-frontwith ad-lib doubles on punchlines. hook widens with grimy 808sfiltered synth bassand a pitched-down chant under the main vocal. final chorus strips to drums and bass for a rawdrained-out ending.hip hopunderground hip hopglitch hop
Prompt
rap, hip hop, trap, underground hip hop, glitch hop, male, fucked up work life, 4 minutes.
Credits
Prompt by
Ech0Seth
Ech0SethGeneratedFeb 23, 2026
ModelAria v5
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