[Cold open: low commanding rap voice; dry and close] Clock out. Turn up. Still got Too much. [Kick and elastic bass enter; short piano stab] [Verse 1: rhythmic rap; crisp consonants, relaxed confidence] Came from the shift with the tag still on, Last bus gone but the night ain’t done. Steel-toe boots on a polished floor, They say, “Last call”—we say, “One more.” Phone face down, let the whole thing ring, All week long I’ve been holding it in. Boss knows my name, not a thing about me, Watch what I do with a night that’s free. [Add shuffled hats; piano answers between lines] Coat-check ticket tucked into my sock, Still got the mark where I took off my watch. First time today I can hear myself think— Then the bass comes back and I don’t need to. [Pre-chorus: soulful sung voice; rising melody] I gave the daylight all I had, Kept one little thing held back. Now the room is turning— And I want my evening back. [Chorus: powerful soulful singing; spacious phrasing] Too much left to call it a night, Still got a little more life inside. Let that bass come rolling through— I’ve got a move I’ve been saving for you. Clock out, turn up, Let the whole room catch that rush. Too much left to call it a night— We’re not going home just yet. [Drop 1: sixteen bars] [First four bars: kick and bass alone] [Introduce syncopated piano riff; short vocal responses] Clock out. Turn up. [Instrumental answer; bass turnaround] Not just yet. Not just yet. [Verse 2: commanding rap; shuffled breakbeat underneath] My friend comes in with her hair still tied, Says, “I can stay till a quarter to five.” Five minutes later, her coat’s on a chair, Both hands up like she’s paid to be there. Chef from the diner, girl from the train, Nobody asking what anybody makes. One guy dancing with a mop in his hand— Even the staff got caught by the band. [Piano stabs return; delivery becomes sharper] You got a move? Put your name on it. Give me that floor—every inch of it. I’ve been polite since a quarter past eight, Let me be loud till the windows shake. [Pre-chorus: sung voice; bass withdraws] I gave the daylight all I had, Kept one little thing held back. Hear the room calling— I’m not ready to give it back. [Chorus: fuller harmonies; keep lead clear] Too much left to call it a night, Still got a little more life inside. Let that bass come rolling through— I’ve got a move I’ve been saving for you. Clock out, turn up, Let the whole room catch that rush. Too much left to call it a night— We’re not going home just yet. [Breakdown: warm organ; intimate rap, almost spoken] Tomorrow’s shirt is on the chair. The morning’s coming; let it. Right now my best friend knows the words— I haven’t seen her smile like this in weeks. [Brief instrumental breath] [Build: call and response between rap lead and sung voice] Who’s got a little left? We do. Who came to catch their breath? We do. [Snare build; shorten vocal phrases] Clock out. Turn up. Still got— Too much. [One-beat silence] [Final chorus/drop: full house groove; subtle breakbeat layer] Too much left to call it a night, Still got a little more life inside. Let that bass come rolling through— Look what a little room to move can do. Clock out, turn up, Let the whole room catch that rush. Too much left to call it a night— We’re not going home just yet. [Eight-bar instrumental; new piano counterphrase] [Selective vocal chops; no continuous stutter] Not just yet. Not just yet. [Outro: drums and bass; smiling spoken delivery] That’s my coat. Where are my friends? [Brief pause; distant sung response] One more. [Final bass hit; short reverb tail]
