Fatboy Slim

INTRO

VERSE 1
I’m not a player, I just crush a lot
A lot more than when I had a fuckin’ 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 fuckin’ 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 shit to fit into
Them mediums, I got to fit ‘em, Fuck 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 asshole ‘cause nice guys finish last

HOOK

Ahh Yeah, Yeah
That’s that heartbreak again and again
And that’s the kind of shit 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 bitches with the Spring Break body
Sweating wack niggas flexing at the fucking day party
If you ask me how I really lost the weight to be specific
Broke and broken-hearted man that shit 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 shit 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, Nigga
…Damn
HOOK

Ahh Yeah, Yeah
That’s that heartbreak again and again
And that’s the kind of shit to make a fat boy slim, uh

BRIDGE

Look, I’m saying this to say that your weight ain't your worth
Tip the motherfuckin’ 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 shit to make a fat boy slim, uh

HOOK