Lyrics Boxer - Atta Boy

Boxer

Of course, I met a boxer
He’s decorated in silver and gold
I wanted to be just like you
But you’re always the first hand to fold
If I had a dollar for all the times I spoke to you wrong
I would be broke and still be a joke, too
Of course, I left LA
There was fire on the mountain every day
Well, I’m not sure I like it here
But I still decided to stay
If I had a dollar for the times I looked at you wrong
I’d be in jail and somehow you’d come through with bail
Of course, I met a boxer
Who’s painted in black, blue, and blood
No, you never liked me much
But for you, I’m face-first n the mud
If I had a dollar for all the times I left you wrong
You’d think I’m rich but I’m broke just for singing this song