Lyrics
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
Daniel Bejar
Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave