Just a young gun with a quick fuse I was uptight, wanna let loose I was dreaming of bigger things And I wanna leave my old life behind Not a yes sir, not a follower Fit the box, fit the mold Have a seat in the foyer, take a number I was lightning before the thunder
Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder
Kids were laughing in my classes While I was scheming for the masses Who do you think you are? Dreaming 'bout being a big star They say you're basic, they say you're easy You're always riding in the back seat Now I'm smiling from the stage while You were clapping in the nosebleeds
Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder
Who do you think you are? Dreaming 'bout being a big star Not a yes sir, not a follower Fit the box, fit the mold Have a seat in the foyer, take a number I was lightning before the thunder
Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning and the thunder
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