Overtime Heart
Chouchou Ben bouzid
male vocals
hip hop
rap
Moody boom-bap with warm Rhodes chords and a lazy
knocking groove. Male vocals locked in the pocket
close and conversational on the verses; hook opens with stacked doubles and subtle call‑and‑response ad-libs. Sparse bass and rim clicks in the verses
fuller drum swing and airy pads in the chorus. Slight vinyl grit on the mix
vocal sits upfront and dry with tight delays on the last words of each line.
Created Dec 26, 2025
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Late shift
Same desk, same chair, same coffee drip
Clock glare
Blue screen, red eyes, deadline slips
Got a folder full of dreams on my desktop
Boss talk, “team player”
I just hear “dead stop”
Mom text
“Eat good, you been ghost all week”
I type “I’m fine”
Truth stuck in my teeth
Rent due, hope thin, like this office air
Everybody “doing great”
I’m barely there
[Chorus]
I put my overtime heart in a part-time life
Tryna make a full meal out of overtime nights
Punch in, punch out, still stuck on the start
They can own my hours
They won’t own my heart
Overtime heart
Overtime heart
[Verse 2]
Mic stand
Leaning in the corner by the winter coats
I clock out
Hit the bus, write bars, make notes
Cheap buds in my ears, beat knocking on loop
Whole car half-sleep
I’m wired to the truth
Got a verse on a napkin
Grease stains on the hook
Future in a four-bar
Tucked inside a notebook
World say “grow up”
Like I ain’t grown from the scar
They see name tags
I see stars in the dark
[Chorus]
Late shift
Same desk, same chair, same coffee drip
Clock glare
Blue screen, red eyes, deadline slips
Got a folder full of dreams on my desktop
Boss talk, “team player”
I just hear “dead stop”
Mom text
“Eat good, you been ghost all week”
I type “I’m fine”
Truth stuck in my teeth
Rent due, hope thin, like this office air
Everybody “doing great”
I’m barely there
[Chorus]
I put my overtime heart in a part-time life
Tryna make a full meal out of overtime nights
Punch in, punch out, still stuck on the start
They can own my hours
They won’t own my heart
Overtime heart
Overtime heart
[Verse 2]
Mic stand
Leaning in the corner by the winter coats
I clock out
Hit the bus, write bars, make notes
Cheap buds in my ears, beat knocking on loop
Whole car half-sleep
I’m wired to the truth
Got a verse on a napkin
Grease stains on the hook
Future in a four-bar
Tucked inside a notebook
World say “grow up”
Like I ain’t grown from the scar
They see name tags
I see stars in the dark
[Chorus]