[Verse 1] Some days you make the cut Some days you’re locked outside Staring at your own damn name On a list they never signed They say you’re too much, too loud They say you’ll never sell I tattoo every “you can’t” Then I drag it straight through hell [Pre-Chorus] They point, they rank, they rate my skin My clothes, my scars, the state I’m in But I write truth in busted ink On every hand that held me pinned [Chorus] So stand up, fists up, give them hell You ain’t the label they tried to spell You’re the one to say “fuck you, fuck this, fuck that” Burn their script, don’t hand it back They’re a boss today, in borrowed glow Peasants by tomorrow, broke and hollow Stand up, fists up, give them hell Give them hell, give them hell (hey!) [Verse 2] They laugh in rented suits Talking like they own your throat But they’re begging for a chair In a sinking paper boat I see the tremor in their hands Behind that plastic grin I’d rather sleep on broken plans Than rot in velvet skin [Bridge] They build you up just to break you down Then steal your crown, then call it “help” I build my throne out of every “no” Stacked so high they choke themselves (oh!) I’m not your trend, I’m not your pet I’m every “never” you’ll regret [Chorus] So stand up, fists up, give them hell You ain’t the label they tried to spell You’re the one to say “fuck you, fuck this, fuck that” Rip their script, don’t give it back They’re a boss today, in borrowed glow Peasants by tomorrow, cracked and shallow Stand up, fists up, give them hell Give them hell, give them hell (fuck that)
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