The South Paw

Lyrics

(Intro) (Sound: The rhythmic sound of skipping rope, transitioning into a hard, punchy kick-snare beat) (Spoken, rhythmic) One. Two. Three. Don’t look at me like you’re the referee. I’m just here to shadowbox. Ready? ​(Verse 1) You walked in with that championship swagger I’m checking the tape, yeah, I’m checking the dagger You’re looking for a brawl, a classic knockout But baby, I’ve got secrets you can’t suss out. ​(Verse 2) My guard is up, it’s concrete, it’s glass You’re throwing heavy jabs, tryna make the time pass But I’m a ghost in the ring, slipping past your ego You think it’s a game? That’s where you’re wrong, hero. ​(Chorus) I’m fighting for love, but I’m fighting to win I’m digging a hole just to crawl right in One hit, two hit, you’re missing the mark I’m dancing in the fire, you’re stuck in the dark. Yeah, I’m fighting for love, and I’m keeping the score You’re hitting the canvas, begging for more. ​(Male Verse 3) "Left — right." You don't miss. One smile, that’s it, sealed with a kiss. You’re circling the mat, looking for a vein But I’m the eye of the hurricane. ​( Female Verse 4) If things don't go right, I'm going left like a south paw Catch you off guard with a clinch and a jaw-drop You thought I was paper? I’m steel, I’m stone In this ring, baby, I’m claiming the throne. ​(Hook) 1, 2, 3, I’m out. (Beat cuts to silence for 0.5 seconds) POW. 1, 2, 3, I’m out. (Heavy sub-bass pulse) ​(Verse 5) Ding ding — no bell. This love — can’t tell. Are we bleeding or kissing? The lines are all blurred I’m the last laugh, the unspoken word. ​(Verse 6) Round two, same game, you’re losing your breath I’m playing this cool, I’m playing to death. You’re a sucker for a hook, and I’m the one swinging Listen to the silence, can you hear the bell ringing? ​(Bridge) My heart is a weapon, my soul is the defense You’re making it complicated, making it intense. I don’t want the trophy, I want the collision I want you blinded by my precision. ​(Chorus) I’m fighting for love, but I’m fighting to win I’m digging a hole just to crawl right in One hit, two hit, you’re missing the mark I’m dancing in the fire, you’re stuck in the dark. Yeah, I’m fighting for love, and I’m keeping the score You’re hitting the canvas, begging for more. ​(Outro) (Music strips back to just the snap and a low, menacing synth bass) Left. Right. South paw. Don’t act like you didn’t know. One, two, three… (Fades out with the sound of a closing heavy steel door)