BUILT ON BAD DECISIONS

outlaw rap, gangster rap, 90s hip hop, hardcore hip hop (hard beats, deep bass)

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[Intro]
Yeah…

This ain’t for the office crowd.

This is for the men dragging their ass outta bed at 4 AM,
putting on steel toes,
and going to war with bullshit every damn day.

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[Verse 1]

5 AM, coffee black as sin,
Already pissed off and I ain’t clocked in.
Got a superintendent screaming about a date,
Like I control the weather and the damn freight.

Laborer’s missing, ain’t nobody shocked,
Probably hiding in the shitter watching TikTok.
Getting paid twenty-eight bucks an hour to sit,
While we’re outside moving thousand-pound shit.

Got a rookie fresh outta trade school class,
Trying to tell old-timers how to do their craft.
Boy, you’ve had them boots for a week and a half,
Slow your ass down before we all start laughing.

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[Chorus]

We’re built on bad decisions,
Nicotine and ambition.
Gas station burritos and poor supervision.

Motherfuckers breaking shit,
Then asking me why.
That’s the blue-collar life.

Covered in mud,
Covered in sweat,
Half this damn job ain’t built right yet.

But we’ll figure it out,
Cause that’s what we do.
Blue-collar sons of bitches pushing through.

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[Verse 2]

Engineer sent Revision Number Eight,
Same damn drawing with a different date.
Spent three days building exactly what’s shown,
Now he wants to know why it’s already done wrong.

Electrician swears it ain’t his fault,
Drywaller’s crying about another wall.
HVAC left ladders all over the place,
And everybody’s pointing fingers in everybody’s face.

Owner wants answers.
GC wants speed.
Everybody wants something from me.
Phone keeps ringing like a damn alarm,
One more call and I’m launching this phone off the farm.

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[Bridge]

Foreman’s blood pressure through the damn roof,
Thirty grown men asking me for proof.

“Where’s the material?”
“Where’s the pipe?”
“Where’s that guy from yesterday night?”

Hell if I know,
Hell if they care.
I’m just trying to keep this circus in the air.

One guy’s late.
One guy quit.
One guy disappeared after taking a shit.

⸻

[Final Chorus]

We’re built on bad decisions,
Caffeine and bad conditions.
Running this whole damn job with duct tape and intuition.

Busted knuckles,
Dirty hands,
Building this country with working-man plans.

We ain’t pretty.
We ain’t refined.
We’re the sons of bitches keeping America running on time.

⸻

[Outro Spoken]

Tomorrow morning…

Same hard hat.

Same bullshit.

Same crew.

And every damn one of us will show up…

cause the job ain’t gonna build itself.

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[Intro] Yeah… This ain’t for the office crowd. This is for the men dragging their ass outta bed at 4 AM, putting on steel toes, and going to war with bullshit every damn day. ⸻ [Verse 1] 5 AM, coffee black as sin, Already pissed off and I ain’t clocked in. Got a superintendent screaming about a date, Like I control the weather and the damn freight. Laborer’s missing, ain’t nobody shocked, Probably hiding in the shitter watching TikTok. Getting paid twenty-eight bucks an hour to sit, While we’re outside moving thousand-pound shit. Got a rookie fresh outta trade school class, Trying to tell old-timers how to do their craft. Boy, you’ve had them boots for a week and a half, Slow your ass down before we all start laughing. ⸻ [Chorus] We’re built on bad decisions, Nicotine and ambition. Gas station burritos and poor supervision. Motherfuckers breaking shit, Then asking me why. That’s the blue-collar life. Covered in mud, Covered in sweat, Half this damn job ain’t built right yet. But we’ll figure it out, Cause that’s what we do. Blue-collar sons of bitches pushing through. ⸻ [Verse 2] Engineer sent Revision Number Eight, Same damn drawing with a different date. Spent three days building exactly what’s shown, Now he wants to know why it’s already done wrong. Electrician swears it ain’t his fault, Drywaller’s crying about another wall. HVAC left ladders all over the place, And everybody’s pointing fingers in everybody’s face. Owner wants answers. GC wants speed. Everybody wants something from me. Phone keeps ringing like a damn alarm, One more call and I’m launching this phone off the farm. ⸻ [Bridge] Foreman’s blood pressure through the damn roof, Thirty grown men asking me for proof. “Where’s the material?” “Where’s the pipe?” “Where’s that guy from yesterday night?” Hell if I know, Hell if they care. I’m just trying to keep this circus in the air. One guy’s late. One guy quit. One guy disappeared after taking a shit. ⸻ [Final Chorus] We’re built on bad decisions, Caffeine and bad conditions. Running this whole damn job with duct tape and intuition. Busted knuckles, Dirty hands, Building this country with working-man plans. We ain’t pretty. We ain’t refined. We’re the sons of bitches keeping America running on time. ⸻ [Outro Spoken] Tomorrow morning… Same hard hat. Same bullshit. Same crew. And every damn one of us will show up… cause the job ain’t gonna build itself.

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