Track · Apr 7, 2026 · English

Clocks Still Runnin

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Lyrics

[Intro]

[Sports broadcaster voiceover, AM-radio filter, crowd murmur under]

“Could he really stay down this time?

They said the odds were too high to climb

Even though it’s all against him…

There’s still time on the clock”

[Beat drops]

[Verse 1]

They said “lay down”

I heard “stand up”

Face first in that red dust

Turn pain into handcuffs

Snap, break ‘em off

One breath, then another one

Whole crowd wanna see me done

But that little hand still movin’ on

I lost sleep, I lost friends

Lost count of my L’s

Mama prayin’ in her old chair

“Boy, you stronger than hell”

They keep bettin’ on my breakdown

I just bet on myself

I keep hearin’ all that countdown

But I ain’t rang that bell

[Chorus]

Clocks still runnin

I’m still comin (yeah)

Whole world say “fold”

But I keep gunnin (keep gunnin)

Even with the odds

Stacked above me

I ain’t out, I ain’t done

You can’t judge me

Clocks still runnin

Heart still drummin (hey!)

I was made for the storm

I ain’t duckin

Even when I’m cut

Bruised and bloody

I ain’t out, I ain’t done

You can’t judge me

[Verse 2]

Camera in my face like

“Boy, you finished or what?”

I just wipe off all that doubt

Spit the dirt, taste the rust

They don’t see the nights grindin’

They just see when I slip

They don’t know I turn the pressure

Into fuel for the trip

Talk cheap, I got scars

That ain’t healed, but they tough

Every setback was a set-up

For me levelin’ up

If the Story really over

Why my heart go this hard?

Why that second hand circle

Like it’s ready to start?

[Chorus]

Clocks still runnin

I’m still comin (oh yeah)

Whole world say “fold”

But I keep gunnin

Even with the odds

Stacked above me

I ain’t out, I ain’t done

You can’t judge me

Clocks still runnin

Heart still drummin

I was made for the storm

I ain’t duckin (never)

Even when I’m cut

Bruised and bloody

I ain’t out, I ain’t done

You can’t judge me

[Bridge]

Could I really stay down?

Ask me that to my face

I been buried, I been broken

Still I clawed out my grave

If they count me out now

Better check that time

Long as something in my chest

I’ma cross that line (yeah)

[Chorus]

Clocks still runnin

I’m still comin

Whole world say “fold”

But I keep gunnin

Even with the odds

Stacked above me

I ain’t out, I ain’t done

You can’t judge me

Clocks still runnin

Heart still drummin

I was made for the storm

I ain’t duckin

Even when I’m cut

Bruised and bloody

I ain’t out, I ain’t done

You can’t judge me

Style

rapmoody trap beat with spacious 808sstuttering hi-hatsand eerie bell plucks; male vocals shifting from lowreflective verse delivery to rawmelodic hooks. intro features filtered “broadcast” vocal over crowd ambiencethen beat slams in. chorus grows with doubled leads and distant ad-lib stack; subtle pads swell in the bridge for a final lift into the last hook.english

Prompt

Title ‘Clocks Still Runnin’ intro opens up with a sports broadcaster voiceover saying could he really stay down this time? Even though the odds are stacked against me, they’re still time. Male, trap

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GeneratedApr 7, 2026

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