Rocky Balboa Soundtrack Lyrics
Gonna Fly Now
by
Bill Conti
Trying hard now
it's so hard now
trying hard now
Getting strong now
won't be long now
getting strong now
Gonna fly now
flying high now
gonna fly, fly, fly...
Writer: AYN ROBBINS, CAROL CONNORS, BILL CONTI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Eye of the Tiger
by
Survivor
Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You trade your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds still we take to the street
For the kill with the skill to survive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger
Risin' up, straight to the top
Had the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
Writer: Frank Sullivan, Jim Peterik
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Living In America
by
James Brown
Caroline laughs, and it's raining all day
Loves to be one of the girls
She lives in the place in the side of our lives
Where nothing is ever put straight
She turns herself 'round
And she smiles and she says
"This is it, that's the end of the joke"
And loses herself in her
Dreaming and sleep, and her
Lovers walk through in their coats
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
All of her lovers all
Talk of her notes and the
Flowers that they never sent
And wasn't she easy, and
Isn't she pretty in pink?
The one who insists he was the
First in the line is the
Last to remember her name
He's walking around in this
Dress that she wore
She is gone, but the
Joke's the same
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Caroline talks to you
Softly sometimes, she says,
"I love you" and "Too much"
She doesn't have anything
You want to steal
Well, nothing you can touch
She waves
She buttons your shirt
The traffic is waiting outside
She hands you this coat
She give you her clothes
These cars collide
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Writer: STEVEN LEE LUKATHER, DAVID WALTER FOSTER, DONNA SUMMER, RODNEY L. TEMPERTON
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Burning Heart
by
Survivor
Two worlds collide, rival nations
It's a primitive clash, venting years of frustrations
Bravely we hope against all hope, there is so much at stake
Seems our freedom's up against the ropes
Does the crowd understand?
Is it a East vs. West, or man against man
Can any nation stand alone?
In the burning heart, just about to burst
There's a quest for answers, an unquenchable thirst
In the darkest night, rising like a spire
In the burning heart, the unmistakable fire, in the burning heart
In the warrior's code, there's no surrender
Though his body says stop, his spirit cries never
Deep in our soul a quiet ember
Knows it's you against you
It's the paradox that drives us on
It's a battle of wills, in the heat of attack
It's the passion that kills
The victory is yours alone
In the burning heart, just about to burst
There's a quest for answers, an unquenchable thirst
In the darkest night, rising like a spire
In the burning heart, the unmistakable fire
In the burning heart, just about to burst
There's a quest for answers, an unquenchable thirst
In the darkest night, rising like a spire
In the burning heart, the unmistakable fire
In the burning heart, just about to burst
There's a quest for answers, an unquenchable thirst
In the darkest night, rising like a spire
In the burning heart, the unmistakable fire
In the burning heart
Writer: JIM PETERIK, FRANK SULLIVAN
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY

Writer: BILL CONTI
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Hearts On Fire
by
John Cafferty
Silent darkness creeps into your soul
And removes the light of self-control
The cave that holds you captive has no doors
Burnin' with determination
To even up the score
Hearts on fire
Strong desire
Rages deep within
Hearts on fire
Fever's rising high
The moment of truth draws near
Time will not allow you to stand still, no
Silence breaks the heart and bends the will
And things that give deep passions are your sword
Rules and regulations have no meaning anymore
Hearts on fire
Strong desire
Rages deep within
Hearts on fire
Fever's rising high
The moment of truth is here
Is here
Hearts on fire
Strong desire
Rages deep within
Hearts on fire
Fever's rising high
Hearts on fire
Strong desire
Rages deep within
Hearts on fire
Strong desire
Rages deep within
Hearts on fire
Fever's rising high
Hearts on fire
Strong desire
Rages deep within
Writer: ED FRUGE', VINCE DI COLA, JOE ESPOSITO
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No Easy Way Out
by
John Tepper
We're not indestructible, baby better get that straight
I think it's unbelievable how you give into the hands of fate
Some things are worth fighting for some feelings never die
I'm not askin' for another chance I just wanna know why
There's no easy way out there's no shortcut home
There's no easy way out givin' in can't be wrong
I don't wanna pacify you I don't wanna drag you down
But I'm feelin like a prisoner like a stranger in a no named town
I see all the angry faces afraid that could be you and me
Talkin about what might have been I'm thinkin about what I used to be
There's no easy way out there's no shortcut home
Ther's no easy way out givin in can't be wrong
Baby, baby we can shed this skin we can know how we feel inside
Instead of goin down an endless road not knowin if we're dead or alive
Some things are worth fightin for some feelings never die
I'm not askin for another chance I just wanna know why
Theres no easy way out there's no shortcut home
There's no easy way out givin in givin in can't be wrong no
There's no easy way out there's no shortcut home
There's no easy no easy no easy way out
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Its A Fight
by
Three 6 Mafia
Yeah, yeah
We ain't playin' wit'cha (We ain't playin' wit'cha)
Step yo ass up
What you wanna do, get yo ass knocked down
What you wanna do, get ready
What you wanna do, Three 6 Mafia, mafia
Let's go (Wassup)
Yeah
We ain't playin' wit'cha, it's goin' down, it's goin' down (Shut the f*ck up!)
We gon' hit 'em wit da left, hit 'em wit da right
We gon' hit 'em wit da left, hit 'em wit da right
It's a fight it's a fight head bust 'em head bust 'em
It's a fight it's a fight head bust 'em head bust 'em
We gon' hit 'em wit da left, hit 'em wit da right
We gon' hit 'em wit da left, hit 'em wit da right
It's a fight it's a fight head bust 'em head bust 'em
It's a fight it's a fight head bust 'em head bust 'em
See I'm the king of the ring ring
Ring the bell and I'm comin' out swing swing
Swingin' left swingin' right till they ding ding
He hit da ground bounce up like a spring spring
Hit 'em again now like a birdie start to sing sing
Bright lights cameras flashing like bling bling
He started seeing things now I got 'em hands and knees
On the floor crawl up to the corner crying
I'm the man there's no defeating
The ground you will be eating
I'm ready sharp non stop this is easy
Put 'em out da game like his name is Milli Vanilli
We gon hit 'em wit da left, hit 'em wit da right
We gon hit 'em wit da left, hit 'em wit da right
It's a fight it's a fight head bust 'em head bust 'em
It's a fight it's a fight head bust 'em head bust 'em
We gon hit 'em wit da left, hit 'em wit da right
We gon hit 'em wit da left, hit 'em wit da right
It's a fight it's a fight head bust 'em head bust 'em
It's a fight it's a fight head bust 'em head bust 'em
Here we go again wit these cowards that be haters
Jealous of da three six cause we gettin' our paper
We'll whoop yo ass thought you knew we don't care about
Noise talkin' fools get yo denture teeth knocked out
We don't be playin' when it come to handlin' business
Hit cha we dat one hitter quitter solid fists
And we take your corners and we shutting down your trap spot
Kickin' down yo door and we stomp you like a juggernaut
Call the police when you hear that we comin' through
Eyes stay red from the liquor and the zu-zu's
We'll beat ya down anybody wanna step up
Better say yo prayers you gon' get yo face messed up
We gon' hit 'em wit da left, hit 'em wit da right
We gon' hit 'em wit da left, hit 'em wit da right
It's a fight it's a fight head bust 'em head bust 'em
It's a fight it's a fight head bust 'em head bust 'em
We gon' hit 'em wit da left, hit 'em wit da right
We gon' hit 'em wit da left, hit 'em wit da right
It's a fight it's a fight head bust 'em head bust 'em
It's a fight it's a fight head bust 'em head bust 'em
Writer: JORDAN HOUSTON, PAUL D. BEAUREGARD
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

Gonna Fly Now (Remix)
by
Bill Conti
Trying hard now
It's so hard now
Trying hard now
Gettin' strong now
Coming on, now
Gettin' strong now
Gonna fly now
Flyin' high now
Gonna fly, fly, fly
Writer: AYN ROBBINS, CAROL CONNORS, BILL CONTI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
