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Clock in, Clock Out
Hip-Hop/Rap
Clock in, Clock Out was released on January 8, 2026 by J.A.K.E. as a part of the album Unfinished Pages
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Release DateJanuary 8, 2026
LabelJ.A.K.E.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J.A.K.E.
J.A.K.E.
Performer
Jacob Keali’i Dorr
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Dorr
Jacob Dorr
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.A.K.E.
J.A.K.E.
Producer

Lyrics

Clock in, clock out, just tryna survive
Another week gone, livin' that nine to five
Dreams on hold, but I keep 'em alive
Punch the code, pray my soul still arrives
I've seen Mondays stretch like rubber bands
Dreams slippin' quick through these tired hands
Boss breathin' heavy with a deadline threat
Phone buzzin' wild like a bomb I ain't met
Bills on the counter, stackin' like bricks
Neighbors too loud, dog barkin' at six
One fuse away from the room ignite
But I lace these kicks, still I show up to fight
Family askin' favors like I'm made of cash
But when I'm broke, man, they vanish fast
I vent in the verses, don't bottle the fear
If I don't let it out, it gets toxic in here
Collectin' tips just enough for some weed
Friday night smoke is the breath that I need
At my peak when I'm high, when I'm low, I tweak
Same loop on repeat like a broke technique
Clock in, clock out, just tryna survive
Another week gone, livin' that nine to five
Dreams on hold, but I keep 'em alive
Punch the code, pray my soul still arrives
See a brother on the corner with his head hung low
Dream cut short, but the fire still glows
Told me life's lessons hide inside defeat
Even rocks in the river find a way to the beach
And me? I've been broke, I've been cold
Wrote poems in the dark just to steady my soul
Now I spit 'em in the crowd, let the rhythm collide
So we all feel a little less alone inside
Check the phone, no texts, just debts
Plans in a notebook I ain't opened yet
Time flies, but mine stays parked at the gate
Still waitin' on a change that's forever late
I'm crackin', anxiety tappin' my shoulder
Thoughts weighin' heavy, gettin' bolder, older
Tryna reboot, but my roots stay tight
Every new me is a clone in disguise
Clock in, clock out, just tryna survive
Another week gone, livin' that nine to five
Dreams on hold, but I keep 'em alive
Punch the code, pray my soul still arrives
Written by: Jacob Dorr
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