Thanksgiving Hangover (No Food, Just Chaos)

Verse 1 Few days after turkey, still dragging my feet Walk into the deli like “just get through the week” Same old tension, same old spark Then it lit up fast, went straight to dark Hat on, hat off — same old fight Supervisor saying “do it right” Kid’s got fire, no control You can see it building in his soul ⸻ Pre-Chorus Then they pulled him upstairs real quick You already knew — yeah, that was it Everyone quiet, holding breath Like we’re waiting on what comes next ⸻ Chorus This ain’t a shift, it’s a pressure cooker No break room fix, no “it gets better” Heartbeat loud, stomach turns While the whole damn place just watches it burn I didn’t eat, but I might throw up From the stress, from the build-up Clocked in, caught in the scene Like “how’d it get this damn extreme?” ⸻ Verse 2 He comes back down, jacket on Hands in pockets, something’s wrong Pointing fingers, pacing wild “Who said something?” — going trial No one talking, no one moves I just step out, I got nothing to prove Walk upstairs like “handle that” Stomach flipping, I can’t hold it back ⸻ Pre-Chorus Halfway up, I almost lose it Dry heaving like “I can’t do this” Stress hit harder than the shift Yeah, that moment made me drift ⸻ Chorus This ain’t a shift, it’s survival mode Tension thick like it might explode Every second dragging slow Like we all stuck in the aftershow Didn’t eat but I might throw up From the weight of all this stuff Clocked in, caught in between Work and something inhumane ⸻ Bridge (scene switch – chaotic humor) Then it spills outside real fast Parking lot turned broadcast Store manager face-to-face Kid just wildin’, no restraint Drops down — push-ups on the ground Talking crazy, loud and proud “This is how you work out”—damn Whole thing turned to Instagram ⸻ Breakdown (half disbelief, half numb) I was stressed… Then I was watching a fitness demo in the parking lot. ⸻ Final Chorus This ain’t a job, it’s a storyline Every shift some new headline From the floor to outside scenes Nothing ever in between Didn’t eat but I survived Barely kept it all inside Clocked out, still feeling it Like “what the hell even was that shift?” ⸻ Outro No lunch… Just chaos