Fist Pumps (feat. Jessica Montoya, Marco Solo & Ish)

Fist pumps, leather jackets Fist pumps, sew your patches Fist pumps, 'cause we go to eleven Fist pumps like it's 1987 (come on!) Like to do things myself so I don't ever owe none And I do what I want, yeah, I march to my own drum My own beat, don't act like you know me Don't judge unless you walked a couple miles in my own feet Don't blend in 'cause I blend out (uh-huh) Never stand in, I stand out and I don't ever stand down, no (no!) Better watch me as I go (go!) 'Cause I know that I'm flyer than most is, I'm outta here, peace out, I'm yellin' deuces (come on!) One, two, now we got the gloves off Three, four, show us what you're made of Get up off your seat 'Cause all this talk is cheap, yeah One, two, now we got the rhythm Three, four, we lovin' every minute Rockin' to the beat So, baby, stomp your feet, yeah I don't wanna be so simple and predictable I don't wanna be so ordinary, typical We made headlines in punk-rock seats We wore our hearts on our acid-washed jeans, yeah I just wanna keep it real and no subliminal I just wanna take a chance and be original We screamed as loud as The New York Times We shined as bright as the neon signs One, two, now we got the gloves off Three, four, show us what you're made of Get up off your seat 'Cause all this talk is cheap, yeah One, two, now we got the rhythm Three, four, we lovin' every minute Rockin' to the beat So, baby, stomp your feet, yeah Fist pumps, leather jackets Fist pumps, sew your patches Fist pumps, 'cause we go to eleven Fist pumps like it's 1987 One, two, now we got the gloves off Three, four, show us what you're made of Get up off your seat 'Cause all this talk is cheap, yeah One, two, now we got the rhythm Three, four, we lovin' every minute Rockin' to the beat So, baby, stomp your feet, yeah