Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Fight , by - ¡MAYDAY!. Song from the album Believers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.07.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
The Fight |
| We out on our own |
| Fighting the good fight |
| The nights have been cold |
| But it still feels right |
| We on we on our own |
| Fighting the good fight |
| We on we on our own |
| Fighting the good fight |
| Twerk it, twerk it, for a livin' 'till it’s all black hearses |
| One time for my bloodline, two times for my hurtles and my cosigns |
| 3 times for the potion, passed by a mystic hypnosis |
| Think I got it from my daddy, who done got it from his pops |
| Granny was a widow by the time he dropped |
| And I make it look so easy |
| Girl back home telling me, «you don’t need me» |
| Ain’t nobody gon' feed me |
| Gotta pyramid to build, that nobody else will |
| But I do it for the thrill of the kill |
| The free meals, I would do it if I didn’t see bills and that real |
| I gotta couple hands I could’ve dealed, but I yield |
| A believer to the end, I’ma run this mine field |
| Ah yes |
| Only time will stand a tests |
| I’m surrounded by opulence and blinded by material things |
| Can’t see the fangs in they mouth |
| It’s like I’m workin' in a haunted house |
| Minimum wage gotta scare my way out |
| Wolf man bout shave and bounce |
| If the fight worth fighting better get them guns |
| Cause they don’t fight fair when they hunt us down all one by one |
| Gotta gang load of ammo, 'bout to blaze like Rambo |
| Some will call me a vandal, but I got my own angle |
| This life’s a gamble |
| This is grown folk music |
| But I drink like a teen with a fake ID, when he know he not supposed to use it |
| Chalk it up to the blown excuses |
| This is for the late night, make right |
| Grinding up another piece of steak might take like |
| Too much time for me to make my mind up |
| And finally wanna back up off the break lights |
| If you need me to be that good fight, then I pack a Rubin carter |
| You can lock me away, but untill I get to say; |
| I’mma do me harder |
| Fist to the sky like the millionth of man |
| They been guilty in the land |
| I’m beginning to demand |
| Just a little bit of sentiment when idiots are dripping all the sizzle out the |
| pan |
| Fried, last night I had a dream I died |
| But wouldn’t you know I had a smile so wide |
| You could divvy it up amongst the whole damn tribe |
| Well that’s live, the ground been shaking like 9.5 |
| Doing 95 out on the 95 |
| She let me live my life, I give her all my mind |
| Heart, body and soul |
| Take time just to party and reload |
| Good fighters gotta start it up and go |
| When Bacardis in the bowl and you tryna' lock a goal |
| Or 3 or 4, we be at war, with a greedy whore |
| In a bleeding corpse |
| When we only tryna' live life, nice type, right, with an even score |