

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Sun ain’t up but my phone’s still ringin’ Steel-toe boots by the back door waitin’ Same old ache in my spine just singin’ “Boy, you’re breakin’ for a paycheck, barely makin’” Coffee gone cold on the kitchen table Kids still dreamin’, dog by the cable I’m doin’ the math and it just ain’t stable Break my back for a boss with a brand-new label [Chorus] I don’t wanna go back to work To that back-breaking grind, all hurt Got a good roof, four walls, this dirt Feels like heaven when I stay right here I just wanna lay low at home Let that hard hat gather dust on its own If it’s up to me, I ain’t leavin’ this porch ‘Cause my back’s too broke to clock in, of course [Verse 2] Clock on the wall say “boy, you’re late” My bones say “nah, this your great escape” Union card in a pile of bills Every punch of that time card kills They got quotas, corners, cuttin’ miles I got crooked vertebrae and crooked smiles Dreamin’ ‘bout a day I can finally say “I ain’t liftin’ nothin’ but this cold IPA” [Chorus] I don’t wanna go back to work To that back-breaking grind, all hurt Got a good roof, four walls, this dirt Feels like heaven when I stay right here I just wanna lay low at home Let that hard hat gather dust on its own If it’s up to me, I ain’t leavin’ this porch ‘Cause my back’s too broke to clock in, of course [Bridge] [Breakdown – drums drop to half-time, guitars chug] Boss man callin’ (let it ring, let it ring) Bank keeps warnin’ (same old thing) Spine keeps shoutin’ like a busted spring “I’m done, I’m done with everything” Hands all scarred from that heavy load Heart worn thin like a gravel road If grindin’ like this is all I’m worth I’d rather go broke than crawl to that work (hey!) [Chorus] I don’t wanna go back to work To that back-breaking grind, all hurt Got a good roof, four walls, this dirt Feels like heaven when I stay right here I just wanna lay low at home Let that hard hat gather dust on its own If it’s up to me, I ain’t leavin’ this porch ‘Cause my back’s too broke to clock in, of course Yeah, my back’s too broke to clock in, of course (oh) So I ain’t goin’ back to that door, no more
Tags
rap, Hybrid country-metal trap with synth bass driving the verses under tight 808-style drums, twangy male vocals. Guitars kick in for a wide, melodic chorus with soaring harmonies. Bridge drops into a half-time breakdown: chugging low-tuned guitars, filtered bass, and distorted vocal shouts before a final big-hook chorus., country, metal
3:24
No
3/13/2026