Boxer - Atta Boy

Of course, I met a boxer

He’s decorated in silver and gold

I wanted to be just like you

But you’re always the first hand to fold

If I had a dollar for all the times I spoke to you wrong

I would be broke and still be a joke, too

Of course, I left LA

There was fire on the mountain every day

Well, I’m not sure I like it here

But I still decided to stay

If I had a dollar for the times I looked at you wrong

I’d be in jail and somehow you’d come through with bail

Of course, I met a boxer

Who’s painted in black, blue, and blood

No, you never liked me much

But for you, I’m face-first n the mud

If I had a dollar for all the times I left you wrong

You’d think I’m rich but I’m broke just for singing this song