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.