Clock In My Chest
v4
@DjibCulture
Clock In My Chest
v4
@DjibCulture
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Hit the crib, kick shoes by the door
Mom say, "Text back, they been callin' you more"
Rent due, same roof, same peeling paint
Hope on E, but I still act brave
Notes in my phone, that's my lottery ticket
Every bar like a brick, tryna build me a villa
Scroll bills, get chills when the numbers don't match
Still laugh, still rap, still swing at the catch
[Chorus]
I got a clock in my chest that don't stop (tick, tick)
Every little second tryna climb out the box (yeah)
World on mute but my heart on loud
I been too broke to be too proud
Clock in my chest that don't stop (don't stop)
Writing my name where the ink might drop
If I fall off, I still show up
‘Cause a closed door still shake when you knock (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Bus ride, back seat, hoodie on, head down
Beat in my ear, whole life in one sound
See the same cracked glass on the corner store light
Promise myself I won't stay here for life
Friends burn out, tryna stunt for the 'Gram
Got a little high, then they lost who they am
Me, I just trade sleep for another 16
Chasing that "maybe" like it's all I need
[Chorus]
I got a clock in my chest that don't stop (tick, tick)
Every little second tryna climb out the box (yeah)
World on mute but my heart on loud
I been too broke to be too proud
Clock in my chest that don't stop (don't stop)
Writing my name where the ink might drop
If I fall off, I still show up
‘Cause a closed door still shake when you knock (yeah, yeah)
Hit the crib, kick shoes by the door
Mom say, "Text back, they been callin' you more"
Rent due, same roof, same peeling paint
Hope on E, but I still act brave
Notes in my phone, that's my lottery ticket
Every bar like a brick, tryna build me a villa
Scroll bills, get chills when the numbers don't match
Still laugh, still rap, still swing at the catch
[Chorus]
I got a clock in my chest that don't stop (tick, tick)
Every little second tryna climb out the box (yeah)
World on mute but my heart on loud
I been too broke to be too proud
Clock in my chest that don't stop (don't stop)
Writing my name where the ink might drop
If I fall off, I still show up
‘Cause a closed door still shake when you knock (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Bus ride, back seat, hoodie on, head down
Beat in my ear, whole life in one sound
See the same cracked glass on the corner store light
Promise myself I won't stay here for life
Friends burn out, tryna stunt for the 'Gram
Got a little high, then they lost who they am
Me, I just trade sleep for another 16
Chasing that "maybe" like it's all I need
[Chorus]
I got a clock in my chest that don't stop (tick, tick)
Every little second tryna climb out the box (yeah)
World on mute but my heart on loud
I been too broke to be too proud
Clock in my chest that don't stop (don't stop)
Writing my name where the ink might drop
If I fall off, I still show up
‘Cause a closed door still shake when you knock (yeah, yeah)
Style de musique
rap, Dusty boom-bap drums with warm vinyl crackle, round upright bass, and chopped jazz piano. Male vocals, close and conversational in the verses, with doubled, chant-style hook. Subtle horn stabs on the turnarounds; hook lifts with stacked ad-libs and wider stereo. Keep the groove midtempo, head-nod pocket, and leave breathing room for the storytelling flow., hip hop
