Lyric's made by chat GPT Song Title: "In the Weeds" Verse 1: I'm in the back, cooking heat, late night grind, Orders stacking up, gotta keep my mind aligned. Timer ticking fast, I’m hustlin’ every second, Burnt hands, hot pans, but I ain’t regrettin’. Flipping burgers, fries on the side, Every table waitin’ for their orders, no time to hide. Boss in the back, tryna point out flaws, But I’m in the rhythm, got the sauce, no pause. Chillin’ in the weeds, orders piling high, One slip-up, it’s a mess, I can’t let it fly. Got the checklist, but my brain’s overloaded, Still pushin’ through, ’cause I’m never goin’ to fold it. Chorus: I’m tryin’ my best, you know I’m on it, Flippin’ these orders, man, I’m tryna be honest. But it’s hard to keep up when the pressure’s so loud, They’re fixin' my mistakes, but I’m still in the crowd. I’m tryna stay steady, but my mind’s on a race, Got these orders lined up, but it’s hard to keep pace. Verse 2: Order one, order two, I’m runnin’ outta space, Every move feels like I’m runnin’ a race. People talkin’ fast, they wanna change it quick, I’m in the grind, just tryna make it stick. They’re callin’ out for sauces, sides on the go, I’m tryin’ to memorize, but the list is too long, yo. Boss want it perfect, every dish needs the right touch, But I’m doin’ my best, I ain’t askin' for much. Got the hot food on the line, need it out real quick, But I’m tryna stay calm, gotta focus, gotta stick. It’s a balancing act, jugglin' all these plates, But I won’t break, I won’t make mistakes. Chorus: I’m tryin’ my best, you know I’m on it, Flippin’ these orders, man, I’m tryna be honest. But it’s hard to keep up when the pressure’s so loud, They’re fixin' my mistakes, but I’m still in the crowd. I’m tryna stay steady, but my mind’s on a race, Got these orders lined up, but it’s hard to keep pace. Bridge: Order slip, got the time tickin' down, I’m makin’ moves, but it feels like I’m drownin' now. They want it perfect, every step’s gotta click, But I’m on my grind, can’t let them see me slip. They say it’s all about speed and precision, But I’m in the zone, making decisions. We push through the heat, we push through the pain, I ain’t stoppin', we on this grind, maintain. Chorus: I’m tryin’ my best, you know I’m on it, Flippin’ these orders, man, I’m tryna be honest. But it’s hard to keep up when the pressure’s so loud, They’re fixin' my mistakes, but I’m still in the crowd. I’m tryna stay steady, but my mind’s on a race, Got these orders lined up, but it’s hard to keep pace. Outro: I’m in the weeds, I’m pushin’, I’m tryin’ to stay clean, With these orders comin' fast, I’m livin' the routine. One slip, it’s a wrap, but I’m still movin' quick, In the back of the kitchen, I’m tryna make it stick.
