| Beat the bloodly hell out of it
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| Look at what it took from ya
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| Your pride’s shattered and all you do is deny
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| Shoulda, Chill
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| Cause now your living all alone
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| In a place meant for two
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| With a pocket full of stones
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| And it drags you, down to the bottom of it
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| You pig headed mother fucker
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| Should’ve saw it coming
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| Cause now your wipin all the pictures off the fridge
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| Bitin your bottom lip
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| So you don’t call her a bitch
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| And it’s crazy
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| Where’d you learn to fight like an Animal
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| Everytime you have a slight misundertandable
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| Issue, it kills you to let shit go
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| So you treat it like it’s trying to take a chip out of your bones
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| When it finds you
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| Dragging all the bullshit behind you
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| Fight for the hell of it
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| And fuck for the solid truth
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| This is everything that’s ripping you apart
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| But you act like it’s just a little scar
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| I never back down
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| Never threw no fight
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| Never stopped when the bell dinger proved yo right
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| Never listened when you told me it would loose my life
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| But, I’m a give it just one more round
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| I never back down
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| Never threw no towel
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| Never hesitate to respar with three meters back
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| Never thought that it would ever tackle me out
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| But, I’m a give it just one more
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| Beat the daylights out of it
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| Look at what it put you through
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| Revive what you used to do
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| You shoulda, chill
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| Cause now you’re living in a box
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| With a ghost for a friend
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| And a gun full of thoughts
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| And it beats you down
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| With the water running
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| You blind swinging motherfucker
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| Should’ve thought of something
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| Cause now you’re dancing in the middle of the ring
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| With yo fists tossed up
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| Yelling I don’t feel a thing
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| And it’s crazy
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| You don’t want to live like this
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| If it wasn’t for your friends
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| You would kill by this
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| Feeling passionate, it actually slows you down
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| When you don’t read between
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| The lines of those old nine rounds
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| When it’s time to
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| Dragging all that bullshit behind you
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| Fight for the hell of it or fuck for the solid truth
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| This is everything that’s ripping you apart
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| But you act like it’s just a little scar
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| I never back down
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| I never back down |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prize Fighter, artist - Grieves. Album song Together / Apart, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп