Wake up, same ceiling, same excuses in my head
“Tomorrow” keeps repeating, future’s hanging by a thread
Mirror shows a stranger, tired eyes and borrowed time
Every “I’ll start Monday” turned to years I left behind
No mo excuses, no mo lies I tell myself
No mo excuses, put that broken dream back on the shelf
No mo excuses, only action, only grind
This time the change is real, this time I cross the line