Count The Hours

[Verse 1]
You said I’d never make it—I made that my alarm,
While you were calling it a night, I was building through the dawn.
No lucky break, no shortcut, just the hours in my hands,
Every “you can’t” became a brick; now I’m standing where I stand.

[Chorus]
I outwork every doubt, every voice that counted me out,
You closed the door—I built a stage and turned the lights up loud.
I don’t talk about the grind; I let the results come out,
I outwork every doubt, every voice that counted me out.

[Verse 2]
Same old shoes, new miles, notebook full of proof,
You were waiting for me to quit—I was busy raising roots.
They got opinions; I got reps, got another lap to run,
Now they’re asking how I did it—I say, “I just wasn’t done.”

[Bridge]
Keep your doubts—I’ll keep the pace,
Put your “never” in its place.
No applause when I began,
Now the numbers understand.

[Outro]
You counted me out—I kept count of the hours.