LRC歌词
[Verse 1]
Step up, tough guy, you’re barking too loud,
Acting like a king but you’re lost in the crowd.
Touch her again and I swear on my life,
I’ll turn this whole room into a bar-fight knife.
You think I’m bluffing? Better read my scars—
I don’t play games when you’re reaching too far.
She’s rolling her eyes, I’m losing my calm,
My heart is a bomb and your face is the palm.
[Pre-Chorus]
You keep pushing—
I keep breaking,
You wants smoke?
I’ll bring the whole forest blazing.
[Chorus]
So keep your hands off,
Or I’ll bite back—
I’m a wolf with a match and a short fuse crack.
Back down now,
Before the panic attacks—
’Cause I won’t stop swinging till you stagger back.
You want her? Dream on, you arrogant brat—
Touch her again and I’ll bite back.
[Bridge]
This is your last warning,
Treat it like a prayer—
’Cause I don’t do mercy,
And I don’t fight fair.
Step up, tough guy, you’re barking too loud,
Acting like a king but you’re lost in the crowd.
Touch her again and I swear on my life,
I’ll turn this whole room into a bar-fight knife.
You think I’m bluffing? Better read my scars—
I don’t play games when you’re reaching too far.
She’s rolling her eyes, I’m losing my calm,
My heart is a bomb and your face is the palm.
[Pre-Chorus]
You keep pushing—
I keep breaking,
You wants smoke?
I’ll bring the whole forest blazing.
[Chorus]
So keep your hands off,
Or I’ll bite back—
I’m a wolf with a match and a short fuse crack.
Back down now,
Before the panic attacks—
’Cause I won’t stop swinging till you stagger back.
You want her? Dream on, you arrogant brat—
Touch her again and I’ll bite back.
[Bridge]
This is your last warning,
Treat it like a prayer—
’Cause I don’t do mercy,
And I don’t fight fair.
文本歌词
Step up, tough guy, you’re barking too loud,Acting like a king but you’re lost in the crowd.Touch her again and I swear on my life,I’ll turn this whole room into a bar-fight knife.You think I’m bluffing? Better read my scars—I don’t play games when you’re reaching too far.She’s rolling her eyes, I’m losing my calm,My heart is a bomb and your face is the palm.
You keep pushing—I keep breaking,You wants smoke?I’ll bring the whole forest blazing.
So keep your hands off,Or I’ll bite back—I’m a wolf with a match and a short fuse crack.Back down now,Before the panic attacks—’Cause I won’t stop swinging till you stagger back.You want her? Dream on, you arrogant brat—Touch her again and I’ll bite back.
This is your last warning,Treat it like a prayer—’Cause I don’t do mercy,And I don’t fight fair.
