And if I can last thirty rounds
There's no reason you should ever have your head down
Six foot five, two hundred and twenty pounds
Hailing from rock bottom, Loserville, nothing town
Textbook version of the kid going nowhere fast
And now I'm yelling kiss my ass
It's gonna take a couple right hooks, a few left jabs
For you to recognize that you really ain't got it bad
Give 'em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life til we're dead
Give me scars, give me pain
Then just say to me,
There goes a fighter