Muscle'n Flo

Oh, in the morning I stumble my way towards the mirror And my makeup, it's light out, and I now Face just what I'm made of There's so much more left to do But I'm not young, but I'm not through Oh, in the evening I stumble my way towards Another daily struggle, its dark out, its time now That I pick up my hustle Make a call, make some cash Make your mark, make it last Tiny scores, tiny rooms Lofty goals met too soon Too soon And here I stand a broken man If I could I would raise my hands I come before you humbly If I could I'd be on my knees Come and lay down your head upon my chest Feel my heart beat, feel my unrest If Jesus could only wash my feet Then I'd get up strong, and muscle on Oh, in the morning I stumble my way towards the mirror And my makeup, its light out, and I now Face just what I'm made of There's so much more left to do Well I'm not young, but I'm not through Tiny scores, tiny rooms Lofty goals met too soon Too soon