DaBowlaKing- Blood Sweat and Tears

Turn the amp up. Let it ring out. Red light flashing in a blacked-out room. They want a match? We brought a war. Count 'em down. (Verse 1) Stepped into the ring with a target on my chest Pulled the thread loose on a jacket like the rest Echoes in the rafters, distortion in the wire Every single verse is like walking through the fire Left hook heavy, clean guitar with the fuzz Doing what they said that a kid never does Sweat on the canvas, blood on the mic Turn the treble up high if you looking for a fight (Chorus) And we’re swinging in the dark! Trying to find a spark! Count the seconds till the bell goes round Buried in the static, floating off the ground! Yeah, we bleed for the sound! Yeah, we bleed for the sound! (Verse 2) P-bass driving like a piston in the chest Put the pretenders and the runner-ups to rest Open strings ringing out, harmonic and loud Lost inside the wall of a screaming-back crowd One, two, three keep your chin tucked tight We don't fold under pressure, we just own the night From the basement to the block, put the legend in ink Make 'em catch a left jab right before they even think Let it ring... Let the pedal feed back. Round one... done.