Some girls clock out at five and call it a night. The rest of us? We’ve got glitter in our purse, fifty bucks to our name, and absolutely no intention of going home early. That’s the mood Princess Melia drops us into with 9to5—a filthy club track built for the girls who know the real work starts after dark. It’s all bravado, all sweaty swagger, and zero apologies.
If you know Melia, you know she’s not playing small. Born and raised in Whitehorse, Yukon, this girl dragged that Northern Canadian edge all the way to Toronto and stomped it onto the dance floor. She’s Indigenous. She’s got that Doja Cat confidence mixed with Y2K nostalgia, and she’s grinding her way through the scene with no fucks and no fallback plan.
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“Spendin’ all my time at the studio, bumpin it til 6am,” she starts, and it is so relatable. We’ve all had those nights chasing our dreams—or our ex—until the sun’s up and our bank account’s at zero. But Melia’s not clocking into anyone’s corporate fantasy. “I can’t work a 9-5, I get home way too late.” And same. If my eyeliner’s still sharp and my feet hurt, I worked.
After the booth, it’s the club—because obviously. “Gonna get my party on, resurrect myself, I’m feelin’ alive.” And that’s the real glow-up right there. Even broke, even exhausted, there’s always energy for the floor. And trust me, this track hits differently at 2 am when you’re sweaty, your mascara’s running, and suddenly, every bad decision feels like self-care.
“I got fifty dollars to my name and I don’t need anything more.” Listen, it’s giving broke, but it’s also giving IDGAF energy. We’ve all done it—rolled into the club with enough cash for a vodka soda and bus fare, maybe. But with a thrift store fit and the right attitude? You’re unstoppable. “Dancin’ on this floor, I am down, I am dirty, I am fit.” Say less.
That “party in the bathroom” line is one I’m sure you already know. Glitter, girls passing around a joint, strangers becoming your new besties for the night—it’s all part of the ritual. The real ones know the bathroom’s where the best party is. Fix your lip liner, swap numbers, plot your next move—it all happens between those cheap-ass tile walls. Half the time, you’re back in there an hour later, pressed up against some guy you barely remember meeting, making all the wrong choices that still somehow feel like winning.
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What I love is she’s not trying to fake some rich-girl fantasy. Melia’s out here giving the broke, messy, real-girl hustle a soundtrack. It’s the kind of night where you blow your last fifty on the cover charge and a vodka cranberry, but somehow, it’s still your best night in weeks. The kind where you dance until your legs give out and flirt with a bartender who definitely has commitment issues.
The best part? Melia isn’t making it cute or polished. She’s letting it be messy, sweaty, cheap, chaotic—the way the best nights always are. “Give me some time, I need to get out of my stupid head.” We know that feeling. Spinning on the floor, shaking off the menty b, reminding ourselves we’re still that girl.
So yeah, 9to5 isn’t about the office grind. It’s about showing up broke, loud, a little unhinged—and knowing damn well you’re still running the room. Princess Melia nailed this one. Throw it on next time you’re getting ready to wreck your weekend and I’ll be right there with you.
