Track · May 8, 2026 · English

My Hands Bleed

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3:07

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English

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

Style

country rap with mid-tempo stomp-clap groovesliding 808 under banjo twang and dusty kick-snare; verse rides sparse guitarboot tapsand harmonica stabspre-chorus strips to handclaps and a low chantchorus hits with a stacked hook and crowd shouts. close-mic gritty male vocals with doubled hook linesad-lib echoesand delay throws on the last word. fiddle lift into the second chorusreversed swell before the bridgebright punchy mix with a rough back-porch edge.countryrapenglish

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.

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GeneratedMay 8, 2026

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