(Verse 1) In the heart of L.A., where the thunder rolls, A new spark is rising, ready to take control. Number 5 in the huddle, eyes on the prize, With a bolt of energy, he electrifies. (Pre-Chorus) He’s got the speed, he’s got the fire, With Harris and Hampton, he’ll take it higher. Defenses trembling, can’t guess the plan, When the RPO king takes the snap and runs. (Chorus) Lightning in his hands, Trey Lance leads the charge, Running wild on the field, Defenses can’t barge. With every fake and every throw, He keeps them on their toes, Lightning in his hands, And the whole stadium knows. (Verse 2) From the pocket or the edge, he’s ready to go, A Saint-like secret weapon, stealing the show. With Roman’s playbook and a backfield so deep, The Bolts are coming—no time for sleep. (Bridge) Read-option magic, the crowd on their feet, Harris and Hampton pounding the beat. A flick of the wrist, a dash to the side, With Trey in the game, it’s a wild ride. (Chorus) Lightning in his hands, Trey Lance leads the charge, Running wild on the field, Defenses can’t barge. With every fake and every throw, He keeps them on their toes, Lightning in his hands, And the whole stadium knows. (Outro) So watch the sky, when the clouds roll in, Number 5’s ready—let the show begin. With a flash and a dash, he’s making his stand, Trey Lance and the Chargers, lightning in his hands.
