[intro – talk‑box vibe] Yeah… welcome to the Swampside… Orange and blue in the sunlight… let’s ride… [verse 1] Barber lockin’ up that blindside clean, Slaughter in the middle, runnin’ trench routines. Knijeah slide left, Kam Waites push mean, DJ Lagway cool, jersey still pristine. Baugh swing wide, Jackson on that cut, Defense try to crash, but they gettin’ stuck. George Jr. flex, Rod Kearney glide, Lovett on the edge with that old school pride. Westphal pull quick, pop pads, then gone, Yeah the wall stay strong when the play run long. [beat ride – synth leads weave in and out] Orange and blue, let the Gator pride show, In the swamp sunshine, watch the big dogs go. [hook – smooth chant with talk‑box harmony] Swampside grooves, hold the line so true, Barber and Slaughter keep it locked, won’t move. Swampside grooves, in that orange and blue, Harris and George bring the funk to you. [verse 2] Feel that bassline hummin’ when the snap gon’ drop, Lagway stand tall, whole pocket on lock. Kearney with a reach, Westphal sweepin’ out, Lovett throwin’ hands, make a D‑line doubt. We don’t break, we don’t fold, we the soul of the crew, Night game lightin’ up, that’s a golden hue. It’s a long ride home when the O‑line cookin’, Big men dancin’, got the whole crowd lookin’. [beat pause, then snare hit] That’s trench talk, baby, no fear, no fuss, Every yard that you see got built by us. [hook – final with ad‑libs and extra synth layers] Swampside grooves, hold the line so true, Barber and Slaughter keep it locked, won’t move. Swampside grooves, in that orange and blue, Harris and George bring the funk to you. Swampside grooves… (yeah)… swampside grooves… [outro – talk‑box fading] Hold the line… orange and blue… The wall don’t move… nah, the wall don’t move…
