[Verse 1] He used to live in the paint Sweat on the hardwood Crowd in his veins Now it’s polos Tees and trees Same fire burning underneath Scoreboard stare in his eyes Still talking smack on the driving range line Every swing like a fast break cut Every putt like a game on the buzzer [Chorus] He’s the kid on the back nine (still got it) Turning fairways into overtime You can push You can press You can doubt him again But he’s built for the comeback Built to win Makes it look so easy when he grins Yeah He’s the kid on the back nine Still playing like he’s twenty-five [Verse 2] Cart wheels bump to the jokes Sun on his face but he’s locked on the slope You think he’s coasting Taking it light Then he buries that birdie to steal your night Laid‑back laugh Boyish face But he’s hunting that flag like a fast break chase You’re up three strokes Think you’re safe He just shrugs Says “I like this place” (hey!) [Chorus] He’s the kid on the back nine (still got it) Turning fairways into overtime You can push You can press You can doubt him again But he’s built for the comeback Built to win Makes it look so easy when he grins Yeah He’s the kid on the back nine Still playing like he’s twenty-five [Bridge] Miss a shot? He just smiles “I’ve been down more This might take a while” Every setback Fuel in his stride Every lost ball Fire in his eyes [Chorus] He’s the kid on the back nine (still got it) Turning fairways into overtime You can push You can press You can doubt him again But he’s built for the comeback Built to win Makes it look so easy when he grins Yeah He’s the kid on the back nine Still playing like he’s twenty-five Still the toughest one alive
