DJ CAIborg - chest day Lyrics

Every time I hit the gym to start my chest day,
I see the lifters staring, throwing all their shade, hey.
In the pit I'm pushing, grinding till I fade, pray,
For the strength to lift, but where's the strength I made, say?
Friends are hiding logs where they have records laid, stay.
Writing PRs higher than my best displayed, may
Find the strength to top them if I'm not afraid, sway.
But it's heavy now-where is my strength? Betrayed, gray.
Dream-crushing is the thing that brings the chest pain.
Memories of this bench day make the quest plain.
Lifting's hard and every rep is just a test, strain.
Dream-crushing is the thing that brings the chest pain.
Call me gifted, but my chest is just my weak chain.
Got the call, I felt my nerves begin to peak, drain.
Knew this set would crush me, it's a heavy freak train.
And it did-the lifters caught me in my weak lane.
Summoned to the underworld to give my logs plain.
Vets are stealing records that I built with deep strain.
Repping hard, I try my best to bear the bleak pain,
But it's heavy now-too heavy for my weak frame.
Dream-crushing is the thing that brings the chest pain.
Memories of this bench day make the quest plain.
Lifting's hard and every rep is just a test, strain.
Dream-crushing is the thing that brings the chest pain.
I rep
I try my best, but it's heavy now.
All the lifters whisper in my ear, "Chest pain."
I rep
I try my best, but it's heavy now.
Dare I press and feel it in my fear, chest strain.
Some boys should not progress this way, oh no.
Some boys should, but some should let it go.
Take a breath now, fill the gap with recollection,
Of a bigger chest now, built with pure perfection.
In my head I hear the lifters' cruel objection:
Is it heavy now? Too heavy? Change direction.
Sweat is dripping as I struggle for connection.
Chest is caving, losing hope, my resurrection
Seems too far-I need a moment of reflection.
Is it heavy now? Too heavy? Bad projection.
Dream-crushing is the thing that brings the chest pain.
Memories of this bench day make the quest plain.
Lifting's hard and every rep is just a test, strain.
Dream-crushing is the thing that brings the chest pain.
Negative reps, all the lifters shout my name, shame.
Negative reps, and I crumble under blame, same.
Negative reps, soul is crushed, I'm just a lame flame.
Stretch when you lift, or you'll feel the heavy pain, claim.
Negative reps, all the lifters chant my name, shame.
Negative reps, feel my body break in vain, tame.
Negative reps-will I ever lift again? Aim.
Negative reps-just another failed campaign, game.