Tough
Hey, remember me? I am that FAT guy, that overweight guy, that you played with his soul and left him to die. I was that punching-sack without feelings, that still is in need for a healing. It was my childhood, it was my neighborhood It was my SOUL that you fucked. Give me your stomach muscles I need to be a harder, tougher man, who has a girl on his hand, and every time he has a word, he doesn't need to fear the sword, of shame.
Hey, remember me? I am that FAT guy, that overweight guy, that you played with his soul and left him to die. I was that punching-sack without feelings, that still is in need for a healing. It was my childhood, it was my neighborhood It was my SOUL that you fucked. Give me your stomach muscles I need to be a harder, tougher man, who has a girl on his hand, and every time he has a word, he doesn't need to fear the sword, of shame.