Clock in. Clock out by TJester4 - Zona

Clock in. Clock out by TJester4 - Zona

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Alarm slap, 5:30, eyes heavy, cheap coffee

Same shirt, same roads, red lights mock me

Boss talk “family,” can’t spell my name right

Name tag crooked, back sore from the late night

Laugh in the break room, dead in the brain room

Scrolling on my phone just to outrun the same gloom

Time card, swipe-swipe, life on a rope

Whole week gone for a tank and some soap

[Chorus]

I wanna do something with my life (yeah)

Not just trade my time for a price

This can’t be the script that I write

I’m made for more than this grind, this grind

I wanna do something with my life (hey)

See my name on something I like

I’m sick of just surviving the night

I’m made for more than this grind, this grind

[Verse 2]

Minimum pay, max stress, white boy in a hairnet

Manager yelling like debt, barking out threats

“Smile for the guests,” while I count out cents

Rent due, fridge bare, pride in past tense

Clock hits nine, still stuck ‘til eight

Dreams in the back like stock I can’t take

Parents say “work hard, it’ll work out in the end”

But I’m losing my soul and I’m on the fence

[Chorus]

I wanna do something with my life (uh)

Not just trade my time for a price

This can’t be the script that I write

I’m made for more than this grind, this grind

I wanna do something with my life (yeah)

See my name on something I like

I’m sick of just surviving the night

I’m made for more than this grind, this grind.

[Verse 3]

More work less pay

More stress more pain

Then I hear the boss man calling my name

Do this do that can you stay late tonight.

‘No pain no gain’

Everyday another game.

I wanna amount to something but this 9-5 got me trapped

Want to escape this hellish contract

Negotiations go nowhere

Hope turns into doubt

light dimming, dreams trimming, paperwork?swimming, eyes blinking, hairs thinning.

But all behind me once I’m winning.

[Chorus]

I wanna do something with my life (yeah)

Not just trade my time for a price

This can’t be the script that I write

I’m made for more than this grind, this grind

I wanna do something with my life (hey)

See my name on something I like

I’m sick of just surviving the night

I’m made for more than this grind, this grind