Dj.ilham - Just One More Rep

Long day.
Same shit.
Clock out.
Let's go.
Nine to five, I'm losing my mind.
Too much work, never enough time.
Boss keeps talking, phone won't stop.
One more email,
then I drop. Gray skies, dead eyes, running on fumes.
Same old walls, same old rooms.
But when that clock hits six o'clock, I grab my bag and I'm out that spot.
No sleep, no peace, just another day on repeat.
But I got one place to go, turn it up and lose control.
Work all day, lift all night.
Push that weight, feel alive.
One more rep, one more round.
Let the bass shake the ground.
Work all day, lift all night.
Sweat it out, feel all right.
No more stress, no more pain.
Tomorrow we go back again. One more, one more, one more,
one more rep. One more, one more.
Work is done.
One
more, one more, one more. Let's get set.
One more, one more, one more.
Don't stop yet.
Work is done.
No regrets.
Headphones on, I disappear. Heavy bass is all I hear.
Deadlift, squat, push and pull.
Empty tank, but a heart still full.
Monday, Tuesday, every night.
Fighting battles out of sight.
I don't need no fancy plans, just some iron in my hands.
No sleep, no peace, just another day on repeat.
But I got one place to go, turn it up and lose control.
Work all day, lift all night.
Push that weight, feel alive.
One more rep, one more round.
Let the bass shake the ground.
Work all day, lift all night.
Sweat it out, feel all right.
No more stress, no more pain.
Tomorrow we go back again. Go back again.
Work. Lift. Repeat. Work. Lift.
Repeat. Work. Lift.
Repeat. I'm tired.
I'm drained.
But I came here
to break these chains.
One last set,
one last fight. I work all day.
I own the night.
Work all day.
Work all night. One more rep.
Feel alive. Work all day.
Lift all night. One more rep.
One more
time. Clock
out. Lock
in. Same grind.
No end.