You lost your serve
You lost your swing
You thought you'd heard
Of everything, Hell no

From Oakland
To Warsaw
Don't you know the kids were all a-wrong
Raise their voices in song
Air comes out, air comes out

I know your style, you've got drastic desires, and shit
Warm yourself by the fiery stage
Fiery cause I lit it

You lost your serve
You lost your swing
You thought you'd heard
Of everything, Hell no

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Writer(s): Daniel Bejar