Gym Class Heroes: предстоящие концерты
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Noel Zancanella
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Ryan Tedder
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Tim Roberts
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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
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