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[Intro]
My sister asked me Sunday
Why I never switch my gym
Old machines, retirees, some high school kids
Girl... let me tell you about him
[Verse 1]
I take the seven thirty classes just to catch the seven thirty scene
Green bag hits the rubber and a front moves through the machines
Beat-up orange water bottle with a Maui diving sticker on
A hoodie in some language I can't read — then he's already gone
Palms white with liquid chalk, quiet, everywhere and gone again
While the boys film with their phones and call a half hour "the grind"
[Verse 2]
So yeah, I typed his name that week — don't judge, you would've too
Expecting protein codes and mirror flexes, maybe two
Got a doctor — not the gym kind — author, TV interviews
Talking crashes, talking systems, on the news like fifty times
Closed the app and lay there staring, like, I watch this man re-rack
Found the private Instagram, typed "follow"... backspace... backed out
[Chorus]
Ask me why I keep coming back
I'll say the price is right, it's close, routine is good like that
But the standard trains at seven thirty sharp
And once you've seen the standard, girl, average falls apart
That's why I keep coming back
Not for him — for what he proves
That's why I keep coming back
(...okay, that's mostly true)
[Verse 3]
And now the whole floor reads different, like I finally got the show
The old powerlifter nods at him, the restaurant guy says hello
The morning crew all dap him up, first thing, like clockwork, sworn
While their girlfriends play him invisible — then stare the whole day long
And I know what being looked at is — I've been looked at all my life
But they look at him like weather, like a thing you don't control
[Verse 4]
Then I heard the pretty older one, the one who'd know, she said
"He was scary 'fore I found out he can fight" — she laughed — it stuck in my head
Whatever's written on that hoodie, she could read it all along
So attraction with a caution sign, a wide respectful berth
Every time I hit the bottom of this man, there's a basement door
(I know his posting schedule now. That's research. Nothing more.)
[Verse 5]
Saw him at a brewery Saturday, some guy grabbed his sleeve
"Bro, what do you DO for forearms?" — he just laughed it off, all ease
But here's the part that got me: headphones off, he's someone new
The room kept sneaking looks at him — his eyes never moved
There's a woman there who's laughing and he's tuned to only her
Last layer. Door's closed and bolted, sis. Noted. Growth. Whatever.
[Bridge]
I've spent my whole life being seen
And I thought that's what there was
But getting looked at is a compliment
And getting measured is a cost
He paid for every ounce of it — the years, the eyes, the proof
And if some midnights it's complicated
That's between me and my roof
[Outro]
So that's why I keep that gym, sis
The standard's there at seven thirty sharp
Green bag, white hands, orange bottle
Layers all the way down
Clocked in
(...mostly true)
Details
GeneratedJul 31, 2026
Duration3:43
LanguageEnglish
Style
dark pop, punchy bass groove, cool confident young female vocal, talk-sung verses, big glossy modern hook
Credits
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The_SCAR
The_SCARModelAria v5.5
