Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Clock in before the sun
Clock out when it’s done
Fifty calls in my pocket
Still got more to run
My phone won’t shut its mouth
My chest won’t settle down
I keep a smile on my face
While I’m barely hanging around
[Pre-Chorus]
And I’m running on fumes
In these worn-out shoes
Eighties on the board
Still I’m losing
[Chorus]
Eighty hours a week
And I still feel weak
Eighty hours a week
And I still feel weak
I’m doing everything
Still I’m drowning deep
Eighty hours a week
And I still feel weak
[Verse 2]
Boss says, “You’re doing fine”
But I don’t feel fine
I’m answering the same damn thing
Till it chews up my mind
Lunch in the parking lot
Ten minutes, then I’m back
Every day I give my all
Still I feel like I’m falling flat
[Pre-Chorus]
And I’m running on fumes
In these worn-out shoes
Eighties on the board
Still I’m losing
[Chorus]
Eighty hours a week
And I still feel weak
Eighty hours a week
And I still feel weak
I’m doing everything
Still I’m drowning deep
Eighty hours a week
And I still feel weak
[Bridge]
I don’t need a medal
I need a little sleep
I don’t need your “tough it out”
I need a chance to breathe
My mind’s been in a hard place
My heart’s been in the red
If this is what success is
Then success looks dead
[Chorus]
Eighty hours a week
And I still feel weak
Eighty hours a week
And I still feel weak
I’m doing everything
Still I’m drowning deep
Eighty hours a week
And I still feel weak
[Outro]
Tell me how it makes sense
Tell me what I’m worth
When I work and work and work and work
And still feel worse
Details
GeneratedJun 28, 2026
Duration3:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
Alt reggae / reggae rock with dubwise skank guitar on the offbeat, laid-back one-drop drums, wobbling sub bass, and a slightly swung groove; verse stays stripped with dry vocal and sparse organ, pre-chorus opens with echo taps and filtered percussion, chorus hits with stacked gang harmonies and a heavier bass line. Breathy lead vocal with doubles on the hook, delay throws on key lines, dub siren swells and reverse guitar between sections. Warm, gritty, sun-faded mix with punchy low end and roomy snare, reggae, dub, reggae rock
Credits
Prompt byGroovyWolf743
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
An alt reggae song in the style of dirty heads and stick figure that talks about how the singers job is causing burnout, anxiety and depression and how he works 80 hours a week to feel like a failure
