The Grind Never Stops (V2)

English Rap, melancholic, dreamy, introspective flow, male singer with a soft, emotional delivery

Another day, another dollar, but it feels the same,
Workin' overtime, still broke – who’s to blame?

The alarm screams loud, it's 5 AM,
Drag myself up, here we go again.
Coffee in my hand, but it won't suffice,
Same old struggle, same old price.

Clockin' in, my boss don't care,
"Work harder," he says, like time's just air.
Bills pile up, and my patience fades,
This 9-to-5 just digs my grave.

Dreams on pause, hobbies collect dust,
I wanted more, but the grind's a must.
They say it's life, but it feels like a trap,
Running in circles, can't break the map.

Time slips away, can't catch my breath,
Work keeps coming, it’s a race to death.
Wages stay flat while the prices climb,
Where’s the life I’m supposed to find?

Day in, day out, stuck in the grind,
Chasing a dream that's been left behind.
No time for love, no time for play,
Just bills to pay, and dreams decay.
They stretch the hours, but the paycheck’s thin,
Where's the life? Where do I begin?

The weekend comes, but it feels so short,
Two days of peace, then I'm back in court.
Same routine, same lifeless eyes,
Trading my soul for a slice of the pie.

Inflation's up, but my check’s still low,
Work twice as hard, got nowhere to go.
They say "just hustle," but the math don't add,
Longer shifts, same wage – man, it's sad.

No time to paint, no time to write,
The things I love lost in the fight.
Where’s the joy, the spark, the thrill?
When every month ends with unpaid bills.

Time slips away, can't catch my breath,
Work keeps coming, it’s a race to death.
Wages stay flat while the prices climb,
Where’s the life I’m supposed to find?

I used to dream of skies so blue,
Now all I see are office hues.
They take my time, they steal my soul,
Leaving me empty, never whole.

But deep inside, there's a fire that burns,
For all the freedom that I yearn.
One day I'll break these chains of stress,
Find the life I lost in this mess.

Tick, tock, another day’s gone,
But the fight goes on, and on, and on...

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© Maxxis Music 2025. All rights reserved. Another day, another dollar, but it feels the same, Workin' overtime, still broke – who’s to blame? The alarm screams loud, it's 5 AM, Drag myself up, here we go again. Coffee in my hand, but it won't suffice, Same old struggle, same old price. Clockin' in, my boss don't care, "Work harder," he says, like time's just air. Bills pile up, and my patience fades, This 9-to-5 just digs my grave. Dreams on pause, hobbies collect dust, I wanted more, but the grind's a must. They say it's life, but it feels like a trap, Running in circles, can't break the map. Time slips away, can't catch my breath, Work keeps coming, it’s a race to death. Wages stay flat while the prices climb, Where’s the life I’m supposed to find? Day in, day out, stuck in the grind, Chasing a dream that's been left behind. No time for love, no time for play, Just bills to pay, and dreams decay. They stretch the hours, but the paycheck’s thin, Where's the life? Where do I begin? The weekend comes, but it feels so short, Two days of peace, then I'm back in court. Same routine, same lifeless eyes, Trading my soul for a slice of the pie. Inflation's up, but my check’s still low, Work twice as hard, got nowhere to go. They say "just hustle," but the math don't add, Longer shifts, same wage – man, it's sad. No time to paint, no time to write, The things I love lost in the fight. Where’s the joy, the spark, the thrill? When every month ends with unpaid bills. Time slips away, can't catch my breath, Work keeps coming, it’s a race to death. Wages stay flat while the prices climb, Where’s the life I’m supposed to find? Day in, day out, stuck in the grind, Chasing a dream that's been left behind. No time for love, no time for play, Just bills to pay, and dreams decay. They stretch the hours, but the paycheck’s thin, Where's the life? Where do I begin? I used to dream of skies so blue, Now all I see are office hues. They take my time, they steal my soul, Leaving me empty, never whole. But deep inside, there's a fire that burns, For all the freedom that I yearn. One day I'll break these chains of stress, Find the life I lost in this mess. Day in, day out, stuck in the grind, Chasing a dream that's been left behind. No time for love, no time for play, Just bills to pay, and dreams decay. They stretch the hours, but the paycheck’s thin, Where's the life? Where do I begin? Tick, tock, another day’s gone, But the fight goes on, and on, and on...

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