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Saturday Cart Traffic

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[INTRO] 7:03 AM Doors barely open And it already sounds like a stadium [VERSE 1] Carts are gone from every corral People fighting like it’s some kind of festival brawl Coolers stacked like they’re building a wall And somebody’s yelling down the seasonal hall “Where’s the propane?” for the tenth time While the scanner’s screaming overtime Floor’s already sticky, lights too bright And we haven’t even hit midday height [PRE-CHORUS] Radio static, shift clock snaps Weekend warriors in baseball caps And every aisle is a traffic jam No one knows where anything lands [CHORUS] Saturday cart traffic Moving like a hurricane Everybody’s shopping like they forgot their own name Saturday cart traffic Blue vests in rotation Running on fumes and mild frustration One more spill in aisle nine One more “it said online” lie Saturday cart traffic And we’re barely getting by [VERSE 2] Ice machine crying in the back room heat Kids doing laps through the candy aisle sweep A ladder stuck in the seasonal sun While the garden center workers try to outrun A pallet drop that came in wrong And the walkie-talkie’s been yelling all along “Code 4 cleanup by the registers” As the weekend starts to blister [PRE-CHORUS] Manager pacing like a broken loop Someone just knocked over a soda display coup And the return counter’s fully alive Like it’s got its own survival drive [CHORUS] Saturday cart traffic Moving like a hurricane Everybody’s shopping like they forgot their own name Saturday cart traffic Blue vests in rotation Running on fumes and mild frustration One more spill in aisle nine One more “it said online” lie Saturday cart traffic And we’re barely getting by [BRIDGE] Somewhere near sporting goods A radio plays “should’ve stayed home” good And we laugh just to keep it real While we’re losing how we feel [FINAL CHORUS] Saturday cart traffic Aisles turned into rivers Every shift worker running on jittered shivers Saturday cart traffic No exit in sight Just fluorescent daylight into fluorescent night One more broken pallet, one more fight One more customer saying “that’s not right” Saturday cart traffic And Sunday’s creeping in…