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Six Weeks

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Six Weeks was released on June 20, 2025 by Independent as a part of the album Six Weeks - Single

Song Details

AlbumSix Weeks - Single

Release DateJune 20, 2025

LabelIndependent

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM82

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

DAD GOT BARS

Lead Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bret Green

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jesse Ray Ernster

Jesse Ray Ernster

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

They barely gave her six weeks for her mat leave

Boss said he.. need her back in the office, making spreadsheets

Postpartum depression, she can hardly get out the bedsheets

Thinkin how the hell am I supposed to breastfeed?

Pumping milk out the breast in the backseat

Third cup of coffee this morning, last night she got no sleep

Overpaying for daycare cz her baby daddy a deadbeat

Begging God to have mercy, sound like Uncle Jesse

Checking for her child every two seconds in the rear view

Expecting to have a mental break down soon, in the break room

She hold her head high, she did something a man can’t do

Expected to “bounce back” when the scar practically brand new

Let’s do the math… six weeks? That’s 42 days

That’s shorter than summer break for kids in 7th grade

That’s less time than it take for a dry-aged steak

Not to mention the whole leave was unpaid

Unless she wanna, use all her vacation and sick days

People sayin look on the bright side, at least your job safe

She filed paperwork for additional help from the state

Having irrational thoughts like having a baby was a mistake

Still in pain with high blood pressure, can’t take ibuprofen

Barley got time with her baby she lacking Oxytocin

Before she got pregnant, she was up for a promotion

Now she thinking that the whole entire system might be broken

Back to work 42 days after a baby that’s madness

Amazon gives you more time than that to return a package

Her boss a savage, This a gross malpractice

She fake a smile at Travis tryna hide her sadness

She heard a rumor once, she don’t wanna believe it cz she an optimist

They said the baby formula industry hired some lobbyists

To block federal mat leave so working moms can’t breastfeed

Its too obvious

I hope it ain’t true, but knowing DC it probably is

This shit methodical

Straight up diabolical

She tryna be mentally strong but right now it feel impossible

Her pain is biological

Nothing about it is logical

They act like she betrayed them and she came back like prodigal

The US wanna be the best but look at the countries we worse than

Estonia, Lithuania, Bosnia, Uzbekistan

Somebody help me cz I cannot understand

I know “bouncing back” this fast was never part of her birth plan

How she gon lead a team when she herself ain’t even whole

Part of her missing, she feel it deep in her soul

Nothing but baby boy when she scroll the camera roll

Ain’t even left the car yet and the day’s already taken its toll

It’s like the perfect mix of sadness and anger

She praying that she ain’t put her baby in danger

Can’t believe she left him with a complete stranger

She thinking what if I just walk in there and throw my boss two middle fingers?

It’s five minutes to 8, first day back she can’t be late

She checkin her iCal, like this budget meeting can wait

They wanna plan it, but all she really want is space

I swear to God if one co-worker tell her to give herself some grace

How did we get here as a society?

Where moms feel undervalued and would rather suffer alone quietly?

Where postpartum go hand in hand with psychiatry?

The scar aint even healed yet, feel like an invasion of privacy

She got separation anxiety

Emotions coming to the surface feel like the whole office is reading her diary

They call themselves a family, she choking on the irony

Six weeks for mat leave? That ain’t no policy, that’s tyranny

God is on her side even though he testing her faith

Her body aches but she will never let her spirt break

A warrior, a one of one, she cannot be replaced

She gon make it through the day thinking of her baby’s face

Written by: Bret Green

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