Clocked

Title: “Clocked In but Done” [Intro – low voice, beat building] Fluorescent lights buzzin’, shop floor cold, Everybody talk tough till the pressure takes hold. [Verse 1] Clock in early, they still say I’m late, Same people judging never carried my weight. Phone blowing up, insurance on the line, Customer mad like the wreck was mine. Parts on backorder, techs need time, But the boss wants miracles before nine. Paperwork stacked like a tower of stress, Every damn morning it’s another mess. I kept it solid, never folded once, But lately, man, the vibe just feels so blunt. Like loyalty don’t mean a damn thing now, Just numbers on a screen and a fake smile, wow. I gave them hours, I gave them the grind, Left my peace of mind behind. Now every morning feels the same, Clock punch echo in my brain. I been clocked in but I’m checked out now, Shop lights flicker while the beat gets loud. They want my sweat but they don’t know my name, Just another body in the insurance game. Clocked in, clocked in, but I’m done. – with the lies Oil stains and the same old vibe, If the shop burns down I won’t make a sound. I was loyal once… but I’m checked out now. pressure on my chest, CCC screens say I’m failing the test. State Farm calling, GEICO with it too, Everybody want magic like I got a wand or two. Tech in the corner saying, “Panel won’t pull,” Insurance say repair ’cause the quarter looks full. Customer yelling like I wrecked their ride, I’m just trying to keep the whole damn shop alive. Supplements stacking, stress in my head, Some days, man, I’d rather stay in bed, But I still show up ’cause that’s what I do, Even when the place don’t show love back to you. I been clocked in but I’m checked out now, Shop lights flicker while the beat gets loud. They want my sweat but they don’t know my name,4 Just another body in the insurance game. Clocked in but I’m done with the lies, Oil stains and the same old vibe. If the shop burns down I won’t make a sound, I was loyal once… but I’m checked out now. Funny thing is… I used to love this place. Sound of impact guns, Frames getting straight. But somewhere in the grind Something changed in me. Now the only thing I’m fixing Is who I’m gonna be. Now the pressure on max and I’m back in attack mode, Estimator brain going turbo with fast codes. Phone going crazy, a claim on the dash though, Tech in the bay yelling, “Panel is trash, bro!” Insurance adjuster be talking like magic, Saying repair when the damage is tragic. Numbers and labor and parts getting drastic, Meanwhile I’m drowning in calls and in traffic. Running the shop like a circuit that’s sparking, Clipboard warrior pacing and barking. People keep asking why cars ain’t departing, ’Cause every damn part is delayed in the market. Click of the mouse and the CCC flashing, Estimates stacking and supplements crashing. Brain going rapid like pistons are smashing, Words coming faster than welders are blasting. Everybody yelling like I got the solution, But half of these claims are a total illusion. Talking repair but it’s quarter in ruin, Frame out of spec and it’s structural fusion. Now I’m unloading the stress in a flurry, Talking so fast like the world in a hurry. Shop floor buzzing like engines that worry, Life in the bay like a storm in a fury. Clocked in but I’m checked out now, No more carrying the whole damn crowd. They took my patience, they took my grace, But they ain’t taking my place. Clocked in but I’m done with the game, Let the shop remember my name. If loyalty dies on the shop floor ground, I walked in strong… But I’m checked out now.