Texty

Bolt cutters and the family name A buzz killer, self-proclaimed I got steel toes, gunmetal I got a big green light and a gas pedal High speed going nowhere fast Inches ahead of the backlash I talk a big game, catwalk it Ten bucks to my name in my hip pocket You can take me outta the fight You can take me outta the fight But you can't take the fight outta me Sledgehammer, how do you do? I'm a wrecking ball, I swing right through I got horsepower, wound tight Shooting thirty-ought-six when I backbite A dull blade, against the grain You double down when I jerk your chain You're a tall-talker, but you can't hack it I didn't even break a sweat in my leather jacket You can take me outta the fight You can take me outta the fight But you can't take the fight outta me I said no, no, no You can take me outta the fight You can take me outta the fight But you can't take the fight outta me, hmm You can take me outta the fight You can take me outta the fight But you can't take the fight outta me, yeah I said take me out
Writer(s): Rebecca Anne Lovell, Brent Tarka Layman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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