Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Ryan Tedder
Другие инструменты
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Гитара
Eric Roberts
Бас-гитара
Matt McGinley
Барабаны
Noel Zancanella
Другие инструменты
Travie McCoy
Ведущий вокал
Ammar Malik
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Ryan Tedder
Автор песен
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Автор песен
Eric Roberts
Автор песен
Matt McGinley
Автор песен
Noel Zancanella
Автор песен
Travie McCoy
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Ryan Tedder
Продюсер
Noel Zancanella
Продюсер
Tim Roberts
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Serban Ghenea
Миксинг-инженер
John Hanes
Миксинг-инженер
Smith Carlson
Инженер звукозаписи
Слова
[Intro]
Yeah, just waking up in the morning and to be well
Quite honest with ya, I ain't really sleep well
Ya ever feel like your train of thought's been derailed?
That's when you press on, Lee Nails
Half the population's just waitin' 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'll be in your corner like Mick, baby, till the end
Or when you hear this song from that big lady
[PreChorus]
Until the referee rings the bell
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gon' do, y'all?
[Chorus]
Give 'em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life till 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, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me
Say to me, this one's a fighter
[Verse 1]
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 you really ain't got it bad
[PreChorus]
Until the referee rings the bell
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gon' do, y'all?
[Chorus]
Give 'em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life till 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, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me
Say to me, this one's a fighter
Everybody put yo' hands up
[Bridge]
What we gon' do? What we gon' do?
What we gon' do? What we gon' do, y'all?
What we gon' do? What we gon' do?
What we gon' do, y'all? What we gon' do?
[Bridge]
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
[Chorus]
Give 'em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life till 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, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me
Say to me, this one's a fighter
[Outro]
Till the referee rings the bell
Till both ya eyes start to swell
Till the crowd goes home
What we gon' do, kid?
Written by: Jamie Heffernan, Noel Zancanella, Ryan Tedder, Matt McGinley, Eric Roberts, Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo, Travie McCoy