Lyrics: David Bache/Emily McDonald/Morgan Taylor Reid
Music: David Bache/Emily McDonald/Morgan Taylor Reid
This burning fire inside my chest
Keeps me alive when they want me dead
Just when I’m hanging by a thread
Look in my eyes and I’m seeing red
I’m taking punches
Sweat dripping down
I’ll take a 100
Another round
Mind over matter
Call it cliche
Oh butchu know what they say
It’s not a sprint, It’s a
Marathon
Marathon
Marathon
Oh no, it’s not a sprint, It’s a
Marathon
Marathon
Marathon
Ooh it’s not a sprint it’s a
Yeah sticks and stones
Might break my bones
But I get back up on my own
Won’t sleep till all is said and done
Won’t stop until the battles won
I’m taking punches
Sweat dripping down
I’ll take a 100
Another round
Mind over matter
Call it cliche
Oh butchu know what they say
It’s not a sprint, It’s a
Marathon
Marathon
Marathon
Oh no, it’s not a sprint, It’s a
Marathon
Marathon
Marathon
Ooh it’s not a sprint it’s a
Aye eh eh aye
Yeah eh eh aye
Yeah eh eh aye
Yeah eh eh aye
It’s not a sprint, it’s a
Marathon
Marathon
Marathon
Ooh it’s not a sprint, it’s a
Marathon
Marathon
Marathon
Ooh it’s not a sprint, it’s a
Marathon
Marathon
Marathon
Ooh it’s not a sprint, it’s a
Marathon
Marathon
Marathon
Ooh it’s not a sprint, it’s a
Ay eh eh ay
Yeah eh eh aye
Yeah eh eh aye
Yeah eh eh aye