[Intro] Three a.m. buzz. Silas on the line. “Cubs… tomorrow you’re caddies. No backtalk.” [Verse 1] Vexa yawns into the dark screen glow Jara already packing something heavier than tees Silas chuckles like it’s Sunday brunch But the tone says trouble in plaid [Pre-Chorus] Fairway looks too quiet at dawn Grass too green, sky too clean [Chorus 1] Data Hit on the fairway, birdies turn to blasts Data Hit, what a handicap One glitch in the rough and the green lights flash Data Hit – craters where the pin used to stand When the drones hum low and the caddies swing hard Data Hit – swing away, swing away [Verse 2] Vexa mutters “Grass grows slower than my patience” Jara eyes the tree line like it owes her credits Old boys in polos sip something expensive Then the sky cracks open with rotor whine [Bridge] Jara unzips the bag “Titleist custom. Impact fused.” Silas grins wide “Show ’em how we play, Jarie-Belle” [Chorus 2] Data Hit on the fairway, bunkers become bombs Data Hit, never out of bounds One glitch and the sky rains sparks and smoke Data Hit – we walk off laughing through the smoke When the score’s irrelevant and the green’s on fire Data Hit – still walking, still swinging [Outro] Swing away… swing away…
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