Routine Reality Lyrics & Chords By Wise Blood

I couldn't give a shit about my general health Working on my physique, that's what it's about, I'm pumpin, iron till my arms can't feel, Drinkin' wet concrete for all three of my meals, Wanna push it to the limit, 'til my temples erupt, Starting round in cycles, watch my arms swell up, I'm a member of the GNC Platinum Club, The more I look into the mirror the more I'm falling in love, Load a few quarters on my favorite bench press, Knock out reps 'til there's just nothing left, You see, I know some people that I want to impress, Babe, I'm getting swole, swole, swole, Load a few quarters on my favorite bench press, Knock out reps 'til there's just nothing left, You see, I know some people that I want to impress, Babe, I'm getting swole, swole, swole, I started lifting twice a week and now it's two times a day, Started putting in the work to get the body I crave, Now I got a sense of pride I didn't have before, When I'm working on my body I'm the one in control, But I don't have much to do with this new body of mine; It's gone to waste, and man it's a crime. When the locker room is crouded I can feel the eyes, I let my towel drop and take those boys for a ride. Load a few quarters on my favorite bench press, Knock out reps 'til there's just nothing left, You see, I know some people that I want to impress, Babe, I'm getting swole, swole, swole. Load a few quarters on my favorite bench press, Knock out reps 'til there's just nothing left, You see, I know some people that I want to impress, Babe, I'm getting swole, swole, swole. Load a few quarters on my favorite bench press, Knock out reps 'til there's just nothing left, You see, I know some people that I want to impress, Babe, I'm getting swole, swole, swole. Put on a few quarters on my favorite bench press, Knock out reps 'til there's just nothing left, You see, I know some people that I want to impress, Babe, I'm getting swole, swole, swole.