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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I've been thinking about
My hands bleed
I clock in first light
And I don't quit clean
Blue collar job
In a steel-toe dream
Grease on my thumbs
Dust in my teeth
I carry that weight
Like it carries me
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't tell me about
What you think I need
I know the floor
I know the feed
I hope to become more
Than this tired frame
But tonight I'm just
Learning my name
[Chorus]
My hands bleed, my hands bleed
I keep going, I keep going
Blue collar job, blue collar job
Still I'm growing, still I'm growing
My hands bleed, my hands bleed
But I don't fold, I don't fold
Tired, exhausted, bu—
Still I hold, I still hold
[Verse 2]
Lunch in the cab
Cold fries, black coffee
Mama says pray
Then she text me softly
I've lost some sleep
Chased by the clock
But I saw my son
Take his first bike rock
So I drag through pain
And I drag through rain
Same worn boots
On a new red stain
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't tell me about
Easy roads or grace
I've got calloused hope
Written on my face
I hope to become more
When the sun comes down
Right now I just
Wear this town
[Chorus]
My hands bleed, my hands bleed
I keep going, I keep going
Blue collar job, blue collar job
Still I'm growing, still I'm growing
My hands bleed, my hands bleed
But I don't fold, I don't fold
Tired, exhausted, bu—
Still I hold, I still hold
[Bridge]
When the week cuts deep
And the bills stack high
I stand in the yard
Under a bruised-up sky
I ain't made of gold
I'm made of grit
If I break a little
I don't quit
[Final Chorus]
My hands bleed, my hands bleed
I keep going, I keep going
Blue collar job, blue collar job
Still I'm growing, still I'm growing
My hands bleed, my hands bleed
But I don't fold, I don't fold
Tired, exhausted, bu—
Still I hold, I still hold
Details
GeneratedMay 8, 2026
Duration3:07
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country rap with mid-tempo stomp-clap groove, sliding 808 under banjo twang and dusty kick-snare; verse rides sparse guitar, boot taps, and harmonica stabs, pre-chorus strips to handclaps and a low chant, chorus hits with a stacked hook and crowd shouts. Close-mic gritty male vocals with doubled hook lines, ad-lib echoes, and delay throws on the last word. Fiddle lift into the second chorus, reversed swell before the bridge, bright punchy mix with a rough back-porch edge., country, rap
Credits
Prompt by
BraveThunder738
BraveThunder738ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
I've been thinking about My hands bleed. I feel Don’t tell me about . I want to Blue collar job . I hope to become more Tired, exhausted, bu. My favorite genre of music is Country rap.
