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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bleeding knuckles, taped-up wrists
Cheap gym mirror, cracked and lit
Last one picked, last one seen
Count me out, I stay mean
Rope burns red on my hands
Every fall just makes my stance
Stack the odds, stack them high
I still stand, I don't die
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that crowd?
They want me down
Feel that floor shake
I'm still around
One more round
No, I won't fold
I was built
To break your hold
[Chorus]
Underdog run, I won't stop
Underdog run, right to the top
Set me back, I rise again
I fight to win, I fight to win (fight to win)
Underdog run, watch me go
Underdog run, steal the show
Every hit makes me stronger
I live for this, I want it more
[Verse 2]
Bruised-up ribs, salt and sweat
Every scar's a promise kept
They got money, they got size
I got fire in my eyes
Shaky legs, heavy air
Still I climb that broken stair
If the door slams in my face
I come through a different place
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that crowd?
They want me down
Feel that floor shake
I'm still around
One more round
No, I won't fold
I was built
To break your hold
[Chorus]
Underdog run, I won't stop
Underdog run, right to the top
Set me back, I rise again
I fight to win, I fight to win (fight to win)
Underdog run, watch me go
Underdog run, steal the show
Every hit makes me stronger
I live for this, I want it more
[Bridge]
Under your weight
I found my edge
Back to the wall
I made my pledge
If this is the end
Then let it start
I bring the storm
I bring the spark
[Final Chorus]
Underdog run, I won't stop
Underdog run, right to the top
Set me back, I rise again
I fight to win, I fight to win (fight to win)
Underdog run, watch me go
Underdog run, steal the show
All your walls just make me higher
I'm still the one, I won't back down
Details
GeneratedMay 1, 2026
Duration4:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
Retro wave synth rock with driving midtempo pulse, tight syncopated drums, shimmering arpeggiated synths, and crunchy power-chord guitars; verse rides lean bass and clipped vocal lines, pre-chorus opens with rising toms and filtered pads, chorus hits wide with stacked gang harmonies and a lifted hook. Add reverse cymbal swells, neon-sheen synth stabs between lines, and a final-fight guitar lead in the last chorus. Male vocals, close-mic in verses, doubled on hooks, bright and punchy mix., rock
Credits
Prompt bySuperDrift841
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A retro wave synth rock song about training for the final fight. Against all odds being the underdog, everything stacked against you, no matter what you will fight and win.
