Dunson - Fatboy Slim lyrics

INTRO VERSE 1 I'm not a player, I just crush a lot A lot more than when I had a f**in' muffin top Since I was young they would call me husky or call me chubby And trust me, we used to struggle but I was never hungry I played football with the older kids ‘cause I was fat I played lineman in college blew out my f**in' back I had a way with the ladies since like my Freshman year The dining hall was popping off, they was everywhere When they came over to cuddle I was their Teddy Bear But after Senior year, I couldn't get the derriere Damn, How much a membership at Gold's cost? I'm ‘bout to go hard with low-carb Cardio, treadmill, treadmill, elliptical Getting physical, I got some Polo sh** to fit into Them mediums, I got to fit ‘em, f** a slow metabolism I'm a put that food away, I'm a hit these 2-a-days Whatever it takes to get them abs I'm a be a slim a**hole ‘cause nice guys finish last HOOK Ahh Yeah, Yeah That's that heartbreak again and again And that's the kind of sh** to make a fat boy slim, uh VERSE 2 I remember you was on the track team, you had a vicious physique I was letting myself go and started getting obese Now you want to vacation out in Miami Beach I'll be the only one at The W rocking a tee ‘Cause I don't want my man titties out in front of everybody I swear I'm getting ripped and I'm a stunt on everybody ‘Cause I'm sick of bad b**hes with the Spring Break body Sweating wack n***as flexing at the f**ing day party If you ask me how I really lost the weight to be specific Broke and broken-hearted man that sh** is like a sickness ‘Cause I though I was in love but I knew I had it twisted When her Momma bough me a pedometer for Christmas See this plate of grilled chicken with the Whiskey beside it That's the kind of sh** you eat, you on that heartbreak dieat So I lost a-hundred pounds, still couldn't get with her ‘Cause she said your body nicer but your head way bigger, n***a …Damn HOOK Ahh Yeah, Yeah That's that heartbreak again and again And that's the kind of sh** to make a fat boy slim, uh BRIDGE Look, I'm saying this to say that your weight ain't your worth Tip the motherf**in' scale, put that hate in reverse They hate when they can't carry their own weight They hate when they can't carry their own weight ‘Cause you could put in all the effort but it's really not impressive If your ego's overweight and your soul's anorexic That's that heartbreak again and again And that's the kind of sh** to make a fat boy slim, uh HOOK