Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Laptop glow
Bloodshot stare
Tabs on tabs
Same blank chair
Decks, call logs, feature lists
Every promise on my wrists
C-level suit on the other side
"Can you summarize?"
Yeah, let me try
My brain’s a broken CRM
Sticky notes instead of zen
[Pre-Chorus]
Slide after slide
But they just skim
Every detail
Hanging by a limb
If one thing drops
They’ll say it’s on me
I’m drowning in the doc
That they will never read
[Chorus]
I’m done being owned by my notes
Every waking second, every word I wrote
Chasing every bullet, every half-baked quote
I’m burning out
On keeping you afloat
You want my answers, not my sleep
You want the roadmap, buried deep
If I disappear inside these flows
At least I’ll die
With everything composed
[Verse 2]
Pre-call recap
Post-call mess
Four new tools
Same old stress
Screenshots, threads, internal pings
Everything in five damn things
"Can you track action items, please?"
Yeah sure
Carve it in my knees
I’m the patch between your teams
I turn chaos into dreams
[Pre-Chorus]
But every "quick sync"
Steals my night
While they skim the subject line
I rewrite their world in tiny type
Then watch them nod
Like it’s all fine
[Chorus]
I’m done being owned by my notes
Every waking second, every word I wrote
Chasing every bullet, every half-baked quote
I’m burning out
On keeping you afloat
You want my answers, not my sleep
You want the roadmap, buried deep
If I disappear inside these flows
At least I’ll die
With everything composed
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Inbox full
Head half dead
Whiteboard stained
With all I said
Every "circle back"
Is another chain
Shackled to the outline
Inside my brain
[growled]
I’m not your archive
I’m not your drive
I’m the one that keeps
This deal alive
[crescendo]
So take these scribbles
Take this pain
Turn this hell
Into something sane
[Chorus]
Style
rapaggro rap-rock with male vocals; palm-muted guitars chug in halftime against a tightsyncopated drum groovethen explode into widedistorted power chords on the hook. verses lean percussive and breathy with octave bass mirroring the vocal rhythm; chorus opens with shouted gang vocalssmashed room reverband a soaringstrained top line. brief filtered breakdown before the last hookwith stuttered vocal chops and tom build into a final full-band slam.
Prompt
An angry solution engineer who is sick of spending all of his waking mmoments trying to keep track of all of his notes for a software sale to c level enterprise executives, rap, male, linkn park style
Credits
Prompt byUpbeatWave313
GeneratedJan 10, 2026
ModelAria v5
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