J.J.Scully -(Cover)- Blue Collar Runs on Crack Juice

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This is a cover of "Blue Collar Runs on Crack Juice" by J.J.Scully

Make sure to give a like and follow @jjscully

Original song here: 
https://suno.com/song/266fe788-6952-446e-ac9b-5ec2c9807730

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My boots hit the floor at a quarter to five,
clock’s screamin’ at me like it’s keepin’ me alive.
I ain’t an angel but I’m doin’ my dues —
open the can, baby… spark me a fuse.
’Cause dreams don’t wake you, alarms don’t move you,
but that neon can? yeah, it’ll shove you.
Factory hum, and the world’s gone loose —
blue collar runs on crack juice. 🧷

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Crack juice buzzin’ in my veins so mean,
sweet as sin, sharp as acetylene.
Raise your can high, sisters — light that fuse,
’cause the workday wins if the willpower snoozes.
This ain’t love, but it ain’t abuse —
it’s survival, baby…
blue collar runs on crack juice.🧷

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I’ve got burn marks kissed by fryer oil,
I’ve got shoulders knotted from the daily toil.
Retail queens, warehouse girls,
we grind so hard the world unfurls.
Break room’s holy — blessed be the can,
my metal communion in a tired woman’s hand.
And if hope won’t show? then caffeine’ll do —
blue collar runs on crack juice.🧷

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Crack juice hummin’ like a midnight train,
sweet little kick to outrun the pain.
Hold your heads high, sisters — we refuse to lose,
we’re the backbone built on convenience brews.
Not art, not luxury — just the truth we use:
blue collar runs on crack juice.🧷

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BRIDGE

Sip it like salvation,
gulp it like revenge.
We ain’t chasin’ glory,
we’re just pushin’ through the ends.
If strength comes in ounces,
then hand me another—
’cause grit tastes bitter,
but it hits like no other.

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FINAL CHORUS

Crack juice keepin’ our tired hearts clean,
dirty little lifeline in fluorescent dreams.
Raise that can — roar like you’ve paid your dues,
we’re the women who refuse to lose.
Steady or shaking, we push right through —
blue collar runs on crack juice.🧷

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