(Yeah, yeah) I'm the underdog Say, I'm the underdog I know how it feels to be expect to get a fair shake But they won't let you forget That you're the underdog and you've got to be twice as good Even if you're never right They get uptight when you get

"The dude, he said that, like when we were making the first Linkin Park record he was like, "Yeah you know, I don't know about the rapping like, I don't know... maybe you should just be a rock band." You know what I mean, like, trying to change us. Like

Mashup the dance, mashup the dance Any time demand the stereo, you know dem mash it up That I should stop, That I should stop Scopin out the place, me a gangsta If you never know a Major Lazer take it to the top Well you catch em til it’s on, so come and

You can’t hide from me There ain’t no tricks that you can try on me I know your every move before you even breathe baby Thinking you know something I don’t know but my eyes, my eyes, my eyes Like a telescope You left your troubles in my head, in my head

A hundred miles an hour Out on highway 10 Top down burning up the night again Ain't no one can catch you But girl I'm gonna try I can see that dangerous look in your eyes You're my kind of crazy Full moon saying you know what I like

I'm already gone What you see's not what you get You know you did it To find someone to live for in this world There's no light at the end of the tunnel tonight Just a bridge that I gotta burn You are wrong If you think you can walk right through my door

Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone Couldn't hate you if I tried I'm comin' around to see you, comin' around to leave you What is the point of hoping when it's already broken? It hurts to let you go and it's worse to hold on But I know that

I know what I want Since you found me out And that's more than you can say You just take me through the motions What if I would say Simple words I can't relate Mad in a way but I don't say It's what you're used to I got the words but can't convey

Shall I write or phone from Paris or Rome Even though you're tryin' to hold me back You don't get no mail you know I'm in jail Fare thee well, my brother, please don't stand in my way I'm goin' down to that dirty town no matter what you say You fooled me

I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that