[Intro] Zip code on my sleeve Clock on my hoodie Whole day on repeat Still think they overlook me (yeah)
[Verse 1] Phone buzz once Same bill, new number Mom talk soft Like the weight made her smaller Cold tap water In a glass from the dollar store Dreams on the fridge On a wrinkled-up folder
Bus stop bench Chewed gum, chipped paint Kids talk rich They just talk, they ain’t Scuffed white soles On the concrete, pacing Pray I don’t fold While the time keep racing (uh)
[Chorus] I got this clock on my hoodie Tick tick, that’s the pressure on me Every second that they took from my name I’ma take it back, take it back, you’ll see (you’ll see) I got this clock on my hoodie Whole block still betting on me If the world keep sleeping on my story I’ma make the alarm go scream (go scream)
[Verse 2] Late bus home Seat warm from somebody shift Bag too light But the rent too stiff Cousin got booked Over something he ain’t even own Judge say “son” Like he ever picked up a phone
Mic in the closet Shirt for the filter Neighbors bang wall But the verse sound realer Talk to the echo Like “you feel me or what?” ’Cause once this upload hit We ain’t ever stuck
[Chorus] I got this clock on my hoodie Tick tick, that’s the pressure on me Every second that they took from my name I’ma take it back, take it back, you’ll see (you’ll see) I got this clock on my hoodie Whole block still betting on me If the world keep sleeping on my story I’ma make the alarm go scream (yeah, scream)
Musikstyle
rap, Gritty boom-bap with swung drums and dusty piano chops, male vocals. Verse starts laid-back and conversational over a minimal loop; chorus widens with stacked call-and-response ad-libs and a deeper bass line. Subtle vinyl crackle, occasional DJ-style cuts between sections. Final chorus hits hardest with extra harmonies and a lifted drum fill into the last bar., hip hop