[Verse 1] Keycard beep Smell of rubber and regret Jordan in a polo Name tag, cold sweat Clipboard, quota Manager watching the clock "Close three more by seven" Heart doing jump squats Dude in jeans Says, "Bro, I’ll start next week" Can’t look in the mirror Eyes drop to his feet Jordan sees his father Same shrug, same lie Selling them a future They too tired to buy [Chorus] Every day I sell the dream at LA Fitness To people that don’t see the weight they carry in ’em Pressure on my chest like I’m stuck on bench press Repping all your problems, still I never get rest Clock out, but the stress don’t leave with my shift Take it to my girl, she the only real lift Tomorrow I’ll be back, same script, same witness Jordan in the lobby, selling hope at LA Fitness [Verse 2] Lady at the desk Says she “too old to change” Jordan hears that echo Rattling his brain He talks mindset, habits Little steps, long game But they want six-pack In a six-week frame Boss sends a text "Upsell, close that plan" They don’t teach commission How to make a better man He clocks out aching More soul than his feet Catches last bus home Staring holes in the seat [Chorus] Every day I sell the dream at LA Fitness To people that don’t see the weight they carry in ’em Pressure on my chest like I’m stuck on bench press Repping all your problems, still I never get rest Clock out, but the stress don’t leave with my shift Take it to my girl, she the only real lift Tomorrow I’ll be back, same script, same witness Jordan in the lobby, selling hope at LA Fitness [Bridge] Sheet Malik on the couch Light on, eyes soft "You late again, baby?" He just laughs it off Drops his bag Spills his heart on the floor "I’m selling them a future They don’t even reach for" She holds his face Says, "You more than that desk You can’t spot they life If you don’t rest your chest" He sleeps, alarm screams Still stuck in that business Kisses her cheek Heads back to LA Fitness [Chorus] Every day I sell the dream at LA Fitness To people that don’t see the weight they carry in ’em Pressure on my chest like I’m stuck on bench press Repping all your problems, still I never get rest Clock out, but the stress don’t leave with my shift Take it to my girl, she the only real lift Tomorrow I’ll be back, same script, same witness Jordan in the lobby, selling hope at LA Fitness
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