"Punch Club" lyrics
JT Music Lyrics
Legends are not born
They're made in mom's garage
Tell me what is the sum of the man
But the weight of the plates held in his hand
Oh, you'd better get a grip - I mean on the bar
See, I don't need cardio 'cause I got heart
I put the work in, it'll be worth what comes out
You gotta earn it, I feel the burn where it counts
Because I'm learnin' how to turn off my doubt
I'm getting so ripped, but like the perfect amount
I'm talkin' lean and aesthetic with applicable strength
Nobody's body dysmorphia is winning today
Don't you tell me that my muscles are small (you know I got 'em)
If so, might as well have no muscles at all (and daddy problems)
I swear to God, I'm all natty, but my gains are the largest
Back to back with my opponent in our trainin' montages
When we're edited together - sort of homoerotic
But we both have female love interests - and mine is the hottest
Fuck a treadmill, the bro split is all that I'm running
And sure, my body performs, but it's additionally stunning
I'm starting to feel like Arnold while I'm all huffing and puffing
'Cause when I'm getting the pump, it kind of feels like I'm cumming
Somebody give me a spot
"Do you need a lift off?" - Eh, probably not
I put up this much weight for two reps last week
No one was there to see me do it, but I did, trust me
First rule of Punch Club (and the second one too)
No one talks about Punch Club (so what if I do?)
But technically that doesn't
Mean I won't make a song about Punch Club
I work a day job on a construction site
If I got laid off, I'd hit the gym all the time
And get my weights up, no one would be swole as me
But I would not have the cash to buy all my groceries
OK, up to this point I've been focused on size
I need agility and stamina - I'll diversify
Before I go find my partner, 'cause he's been gone for some time
I've found that exercise is quite a healthy outlet of mine
It's time to kick the bag, hit the pads
Like a report card, I'm ripped up bad
I don't even stop when I need a breath
Actually, I need a sec
Back to the routine, get through it
Up against the ropes, put your back into it
Ain't no pain without gain
No gettin' off when you're on this train
Just hit me with your best shot
I will always be stronger and swoler
Yeah, I'm getting ready to squat
With the weight of the world on my shoulders
First rule of Punch Club (and the second one too)
No one talks about Punch Club (so what if I do?)
But technically that doesn't
Mean I won't make a song about Punch Club
To get even more technical
This track is actually for Punch Club Two (Fast Forward)
Sweat it all out, don't forget to cool down
And remember this club is what you don't talk about
They're made in mom's garage
Tell me what is the sum of the man
But the weight of the plates held in his hand
Oh, you'd better get a grip - I mean on the bar
See, I don't need cardio 'cause I got heart
I put the work in, it'll be worth what comes out
You gotta earn it, I feel the burn where it counts
Because I'm learnin' how to turn off my doubt
I'm getting so ripped, but like the perfect amount
I'm talkin' lean and aesthetic with applicable strength
Nobody's body dysmorphia is winning today
Don't you tell me that my muscles are small (you know I got 'em)
If so, might as well have no muscles at all (and daddy problems)
I swear to God, I'm all natty, but my gains are the largest
Back to back with my opponent in our trainin' montages
When we're edited together - sort of homoerotic
But we both have female love interests - and mine is the hottest
Fuck a treadmill, the bro split is all that I'm running
And sure, my body performs, but it's additionally stunning
I'm starting to feel like Arnold while I'm all huffing and puffing
'Cause when I'm getting the pump, it kind of feels like I'm cumming
Somebody give me a spot
"Do you need a lift off?" - Eh, probably not
I put up this much weight for two reps last week
No one was there to see me do it, but I did, trust me
First rule of Punch Club (and the second one too)
No one talks about Punch Club (so what if I do?)
But technically that doesn't
Mean I won't make a song about Punch Club
I work a day job on a construction site
If I got laid off, I'd hit the gym all the time
And get my weights up, no one would be swole as me
But I would not have the cash to buy all my groceries
OK, up to this point I've been focused on size
I need agility and stamina - I'll diversify
Before I go find my partner, 'cause he's been gone for some time
I've found that exercise is quite a healthy outlet of mine
It's time to kick the bag, hit the pads
Like a report card, I'm ripped up bad
I don't even stop when I need a breath
Actually, I need a sec
Back to the routine, get through it
Up against the ropes, put your back into it
Ain't no pain without gain
No gettin' off when you're on this train
Just hit me with your best shot
I will always be stronger and swoler
Yeah, I'm getting ready to squat
With the weight of the world on my shoulders
First rule of Punch Club (and the second one too)
No one talks about Punch Club (so what if I do?)
But technically that doesn't
Mean I won't make a song about Punch Club
To get even more technical
This track is actually for Punch Club Two (Fast Forward)
Sweat it all out, don't forget to cool down
And remember this club is what you don't talk about
