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[Verse 1]
Alarm scream, eyes red, phone glow
Half-dream, half-dead, coat on
Bus stop, cold air, mind gone
Whole life in a cracked-up Notes app icon
Cubicle coffin, click that clock in
Smile for the boss, but my jaw keep lockin'
Spreadsheet bleedin', but my brain hear knockin'
808 ghosts in the vents while he talkin'
Slack ping, heart sink, fake "Yes, sure"
I just wanna punch lines, not "Confirm, concur"
Type "Best regards" when I feel worst inside
Got a verse in my head that refuse to hide
Typing in numbers, thinking in hooks
Day job pay rent, night job write books
These beats my bills, these bars my bail
If this track don't hit, then this ship might sail (hey!)
[Chorus]
I’ve been clocked in, zoned out
Tryna turn this small town into a sold-out show now
On my break, write a hook on my phone now
If they knew what I got, they would throw that throne down
I’ve been worn thin, prayed out
Every "one day" feel a little more played out
But I’m still here, still loud
If the roof too low, I’ma break my way out (way out, way out)
[Verse 2]
Five p.m. freedom, rush that train
Headphones blastin', numb that brain
Mouth say "tired", soul say "wait"
Got a session at nine, can’t show up late
Mic stand lean in my one-room kitchen
Neighbors bang wall, but I stay tunnel vision
Oil on the stove while I punch that written
Burnt rice, burnt out, but the track sound different
Scroll feeds, see kids blow up overnight
I been grindin' ten years just to get this right
Every like feel light, every bill feel heavy
Mama say "Plan B", my heart say "ready"
Paycheck vanish, rent, debt, gas, stress
Still invest in the mix, my best guess
If I bet on them, they just get rich
If I bet on me, whole fam get blessed (yeah)
[Chorus]
I’ve been clocked in, zoned out
Tryna turn this small town into a sold-out show now
On my break, write a hook on my phone now
If they knew what I got, they would throw that throne down
I’ve been worn thin, prayed out
Every "one day" feel a little more played out
But I’m still here, still loud
If the roof too low, I’ma break my way out (way out, way out)
[Bridge]
Who gon’ ride when the ride run late?
Who still slide when the dream look fake?
Tell that fear, "Get out my face"
I put faith in the gaps that I can’t explain (oh)
[Chorus]
I’ve been clocked in, zoned out
Tryna turn this small town into a sold-out show now
On my break, write a hook on my phone now
If they knew what I got, they would throw that throne down
I’ve been worn thin, prayed out
Every "one day" feel a little more played out
But I’m still here, still loud
If the roof too low, I’ma break my way out (way out, way out)
Details
GeneratedJan 27, 2026
Duration3:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Urgent modern boom-bap with trap edges; double-time rap over crisp drums, warm sub, and moody piano loop. Verses stack breathless triplet flows and internal rhymes; hook flips into a wide, melodic sing-rap chorus with layered male vocals and subtle auto-tune. Second chorus adds octave harmonies, ad-lib stacks, and a lift in the drums for an anthemic, repeatable feel.
Credits
Prompt byLil_Dumbass
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A rap song about the struggles of a musician working in a normal 9 to 5 job trying to make it in the music industry, with an extremely fast flow and a melodic catchy chorus
