Clock in
Black out
Same house
New route
Wake up, chipped mug, cold sink
Phone screen blue, brain pink from the late drink
Rent due, shoes lean, heart sprint
But I still talk rich when I talk to my imprint
Mom said, "Pray," streets said, "Pay"
Boss said, "Stay," dream said, "Run away"
Caught between couches and crowns
Either I fold or I double these rounds
Clock in, black out
I been tryna find my way, but I maxed out
Same doubts, new day
Still I put it on the line like a last play
Clock in, black out
If I ever hit the floor, I’ll tap out
Till then, same grind, new route
Same heart, different way that it shouts
Two texts from the plug, three from my ex
All of ’em want love, all of ’em want checks
I just want peace, but I’m wired for the wreck
I just want a seat where they tried to cut the legs
Hand-me-down hoodie, big talk, small pocket
Still act rich when I walk in the market
“Paper or plastic?” I’m thinking drastic
Either I break or I bend like elastic
Clock in, black out
I been tryna find my way, but I maxed out
Same doubts, new day
Still I put it on the line like a last play
Clock in, black out
If I ever hit the floor, I’ll tap out
Till then, same grind, new route
Same heart, different way that it shouts
If it all falls down, let it fall on me
If they call right now, I’m in aisle three
Bagging up dreams, one scan at a time
Still talking like a legend in a discount line
Clock in, black out
I been tryna find my way, but I maxed out
Same doubts, new day
Still I put it on the line like a last play
Clock in, black out
If I ever hit the floor, I’ll tap out
Till then, same grind, new route
Same heart, different way that it shouts
