Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] My inbox grew three sizes, like a villain in a tale, Boss said, “We’ve got a ladder!” but it looked more like a jail. They dangled shiny titles like a carrot on a pole, But I like my tiny corner and the fragments of my soul. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] They said, “This is your moment!” I said, “Buddy, read the room.” I don’t need a golden nametag If it comes with extra doom. ⸻ [Chorus] So I said no, No, no, no— Not gonna climb that mountain just to freeze in the snow. I said no, Let it go— Call it self-preservation, call it lazy, I don’t know. But I’m fine right here, And I’ve made that clear: Promotion? No thanks, my friend— I’m good this year. ⸻ [Verse 2] They promised “more responsibility” (which means twice the work), Plus “leadership opportunities,” which sounded like a perk— Till I saw the meeting schedule, and my soul began to weep, A calendar so crowded it could crush a grown-up sheep. ⸻ [Bridge] Oh, let the go-getters rise To the fluorescent skies, Where the coffee’s always bitter And ambition never dies. I’ll be vibin’ in my lane, Sippin’ sanity like tea— If they need someone to volunteer, It ain’t me. ⸻ [Chorus] So I said no, No, no, no— I won’t trade my weekend for a title in a show. I said no, Let it go— Even my inner overachiever whispered, “Bro… just don’t.” Yeah, I’m chill right here, No career frontier— Promotion? No thanks, my friend— I’m good this year. ⸻ [Outro] Climb your ladders, chase your dreams, Shine your badge and beam your beams— But I’ll be clocking out at five with zero fear. Promotion? No thanks, my dear— I’m very good this year.
Tags
Operatic funk rock, intense, dark tone, irregular melodies
Duration
2:47
Instrumental
No
Created
11/15/2025