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[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)
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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