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Gym Class Heroes feat. Ryan Tedder - The Fighter (Lyrics)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Guitare
Eric Roberts
Eric Roberts
Basse
Matt McGinley
Matt McGinley
Batterie
Noel Zancanella
Noel Zancanella
Autre instrument
Ryan Tedder
Ryan Tedder
Autre instrument
Travie McCoy
Travie McCoy
Voix principales
Ammar Malik
Ammar Malik
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Paroles/Composition
Eric Roberts
Eric Roberts
Paroles/Composition
Matt McGinley
Matt McGinley
Paroles/Composition
Travie McCoy
Travie McCoy
Paroles/Composition
Noel Zancanella
Noel Zancanella
Paroles/Composition
Ryan Tedder
Ryan Tedder
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Noel Zancanella
Noel Zancanella
Production
Ryan Tedder
Ryan Tedder
Production
Tim Roberts
Tim Roberts
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Smith Carlson
Smith Carlson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Ingénierie de mixage
John Hanes
John Hanes
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Yeah Just waking up in the morning and to be well Quite honest with you, I ain't really sleep well You ever feel like your train of thoughts been derailed? That's when you press on, Lee Nails Half the population's just waiting to see me fail Yeah, right, you're better off tryna freeze hell Some of us do it for the females And others do it for the retails But I do it for the kids, life threw the towel in on Every time you fall, it's only making your chin strong And I be in your corner like Mick, baby, 'til the end Or when you hear this song from that big lady Until the referee rings the bell Until both your eyes start to swell Until the crowd goes home What we gonna do y'all? Give 'em hell, turn their heads Gonna live life 'til we're dead Give me scars, give me pain Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me There goes a fighter (oh) There goes a fighter (oh) Here comes a fighter (oh) That's what they'll say to me, say to me Say to me, this one's a fighter 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 Text book version of a kid going nowhere fast And now I'm yelling, "Kiss my ass" It's gon' take a couple right hooks a few left jabs For you to recognize, you really ain't got it bad Until the referee rings the bell Until both your eyes start to swell Until the crowd goes home What we gon' do y'all? Give 'em hell (give them hell), turn their heads (turn their heads) Gonna live life 'til we're dead ('til we're dead, yo) Give me scars (give me scars), give me pain (give me pain) Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me There goes a fighter (oh) There goes a fighter (oh) Here comes a fighter (oh) That's what they'll say to me, say to me Say to me, this one's a fighter (everybody put yo' hands up) What we gon' do? (Hey) What we gon' do? (Hey) What we gon' do? (Hey) What we gon' do y'all? (Hey) What we gon' do? (Hey) What we gon' do? (Hey) What we gon' do y'all? (Hey) What we gon' do? If you fall pick yourself up off the floor (get up) And when your bones can't take no more Just remember what you're here for 'Cause I know I'ma damn sure Give 'em hell, turn their heads Gonna live life 'til we're dead Give me scars, give me pain Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me There goes a fighter (oh) There goes a fighter (oh) Here comes a fighter (oh) That's what they'll say to me, say to me Say to me, this one's a fighter 'Til the referee rings the bell 'Til both ya eyes start to swell 'Til the crowd goes home What we gon' do kid?
Writer(s): Travis Mccoy, Noel Zancanella, Ryan Tedder, Disashi Lumumba-kasongo, Eric Roberts, Matthew Mcginley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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