[intro – airy guitar loop, soft autotuned hums] Yeah… Swamp lights on, and they movin' like ghosts… T E’s with the gold gloves, Gator toast… [verse 1 – croon with confidence] Hayden line up like a wall in the rain, Snap come fast, but he stay in his lane. Tony in motion, glide like silk, 86 got cuts like a blade through milk. Amir got stride like a wideout star, But he strong on the block when we push that car. Swamp don’t sleep, nah, they watchin’ deep, They hands built soft, but they bring that heat. [hook – emotional autotuned chorus] Hands in the Swamp, we rise, we fall, T E’s hold strong, they catch it all. Orange dreams in the Florida air, They block, they slip, they always there. Hands in the Swamp, light through the fog, Gators eat first when the snap hits log. [verse 2 – more rap-sung, chill bounce] I see Hayden in the curl, locked in the groove, He don’t miss routes, just make smooth moves. Tony hit the flat, quick plant, then turn, Defenders look lost when them cleats burn. Jackson run seam like a rumor on fire, Seven in the zone and the stakes get higher. This ain’t luck — it’s timing and trust, Big boy ballet in the Florida dust. [bridge – whispered melody, beat dips low] They don’t flex… they just work. No limelight… just dirt. T E’s stay sharp like a pocket knife, And they block like they fightin’ for a second life… [hook – final, layered vocals + humming ad-libs] Hands in the Swamp, we rise, we fall, T E’s hold strong, they catch it all. Orange dreams in the Florida air, They block, they slip, they always there. Hands in the Swamp, holdin’ it down… For the Swamp, for the crown.
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