Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Medicine Ball, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Face, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Medicine Ball |
Listen |
Imagine Dan sat in the back of an ambulance |
Chatting to Adam and telling him that he’s had enough of this madness |
Fuck if that actually happened I haven’t the faintest clue |
The concussion had damaged my grey matter and mushed my brain to goo |
But when I unravelled the bandage to see my face anew |
My eyes' vacant gaze described what I should aim to do |
And that’s whatever the fuck it takes to make it through |
Enough pussying about, now I’m a sabretooth, and nature’s brutal |
In the old days I used to |
Say I didn’t need to pay my dues |
Ha — how far was I away from truth? |
And in the old days I used to wait for opportunities to happen |
Now I make my opportunities and grab them |
What doesn’t kill will not make you stronger |
But at least you’re going to live a little longer |
So take everything right on the chin |
And never ever ever give in |
I was nearly a limited edition |
Because I could have been swimming with the fishes |
But being in critical condition |
Would give me the volition |
To fulfill my mission as a skilled musician, ambition: |
Kill competition with my ill compositions |
And then build my position up until I’m a religion |
(Roll up, roll up) |
My shirt sleeves, I see the vision |
Turn the key in the ignition |
Burn and speed into the distance |
Even if it means you’re gonna be in a collision |
Well at least you’ve given us a firm reason to listen |
Desert the feeble disposition |
Learn to feed on criticism |
Spurn the media’s derision |
Earn your keep and keep on living |
Hurting people is a piece of piss |
But it requires guts to be kind |
I don’t know why I didn’t see this shit |
I must have been blind |
But even despite that dust in my eye will never settle |
I will never bite the dust 'til I die |
What doesn’t kill will not make you stronger |
But at least you’re going to live a little longer |
So take everything right on the chin |
And never ever ever give in |
Look — whether you’re holding a bunch of roses |
Or holding a gun just know this |
You’ve got to soldier on, roll with the punches, throw fists |
Keep holding on, lift that boulder on your shoulders strong |
Souls are one thing, but the body’s been evolving long |
Before you ever knew the pain |
It’s hurting me |
Recuperation is a state of elevation |
Gave me endless days to meditate and strengthen every failing I had |
Being a patient gave me patience and determination |
Dedication to bettering Dan |
Man, I’ve taken beatings, taken knees to the face |
My bloodstream stained the streets of this place |
Where I reside, seeped through the pavement |
Making me a piece of the neighbourhood |
Could you keep it more real than me right there if you tried? |
From the stitches in my elbow to the tears in my side |
My scars are badges of honour, I bear them with pride |
They stitched my scalp, fixed my split eyebrow |
And another time they took out a bit of my bowel |
Being a patient gave me patience and determination |
Helped me to see a way out of the maze, found an escape |
Came out of the daze |
How many ways more will I be knocked to the ground, now? |
But they named me Danny Boy |
Because you’re never going to keep me down |