[funky Pre-Intro]
[funky drum Pre Chorus]
[Male Vocal]
Verse 1
I walked in thinking this was gold,
Bright lights, fast talk, dreams on display.
They said, “You’re lucky, don’t get bold,”
But luck feels thin by the end of the day.
Coffee cold, phone won’t sleep,
Heels on marble, heart on mute.
I smile wide but inside I’m weak,
Counting reasons I should shoot my chute.
Verse 2
Every breath is on the clock,
Every word better land just right.
One wrong move, one soft knock,
And thunder falls in broad daylight.
The pace don’t slow, the list don’t end,
Yesterday’s done before it’s through.
They dress it up, call it “the dream,”
But the dream feels like a cage with a view
[gospel choir]
Chorus
If this is power, I’m over the thrill,
Gold chains shine but they’re chains still.
High heels, sharp words, stress on repeat,
I’m dancing to a grind that won’t miss a beat.
If success means losing my soul,
Clocking my life under someone else’s control,
I might love the shine, but I’m done with the fight—
I’m thinking ‘bout quitting, yeah, tonight.
I’m thinking ‘bout quitting, yeah, tonight.
[Male Vocal]
Verse 3
Midnight buzz on a Sunday call,
“Fix it now” like the world might end.
No room to breathe, no room to fall,
No space left to just be a friend.
My name fades, I’m just a role,
A shadow running two steps late.
I feel my fire losing its glow,
Trading my peace for someone else’s plate.
Verse 4
They say, “Pay your dues, this pain is key,”
Like burnout’s some kind of crown.
But I don’t see the real me,
Just a tired face getting ground down.
I wear the look, I play the part,
But the mirror don’t lie to me.
This job is loud, my heart’s too smart,
It’s screaming for a little free.
[gospel choir]
Chorus
If this is power, I’m over the thrill,
Gold chains shine but they’re chains still.
High heels, sharp words, stress on repeat,
I’m dancing to a grind that won’t miss a beat.
If success means losing my soul,
Clocking my life under someone else’s control,
I might love the shine, but I’m done with the fight—
I’m thinking ‘bout quitting, yeah, tonight.
I’m thinking ‘bout quitting, yeah, tonight.
[Male Vocal]
[Female Vocal]
Chorus
If this is power, I’m over the thrill,
Gold chains shine but they’re chains still.
High heels, sharp words, stress on repeat,
I’m dancing to a grind that won’t miss a beat.
If success means losing my soul,
Clocking my life under someone else’s control,
I might love the shine, but I’m done with the fight—
I’m thinking ‘bout quitting, yeah, tonight.
[Male Vocal]
Clocking my life under someone else’s control,
I might love the shine, but I’m done with the fight—
I’m thinking ‘bout quitting, yeah, tonight.
I’m thinking ‘bout quitting, yeah, tonight.
yeah, tonight.
