Intro Yeah You can smell it in the air when the sun go down Black eye paint, cleats laced, crowd get loud This ain’t just a game where I’m from Nah This that promise, that pressure, that pound-for-pound That old fight comin’ alive when it’s fourth-and-one This that Saturday blood Verse 1 I was raised on the sound of a shoulder pad crack On the look in a man’s eyes when he ain’t turnin’ back On them cold damn nights where the pressure gets thick And the weak get exposed on the very first hit I learned early pain got a language of its own You either answer that call or get sent on home Ain’t no place for pretend when the lights burn white When your whole life get measured by one hard night This for the boys who bled and still got up swingin’ For the prayers in the tunnel and the crowd bells ringin’ For the dust on the field and the fear in the breath For the ones who wear pride like a chain on they chest See, some folks love the glory Some just love the fame But I love them violent inches And the cost of the name Love that moment right before impact split the dark When your whole damn soul gotta show who you are Pre-Chorus Every bruise got a reason Every scar got a sound Every dream I was chasin’ Led me right to this ground Yeah, I came here hungry And I stay that way You can keep your easy livin’ I was built for Saturdays Chorus I got Saturday blood in my veins Hit hard, stand tall, take pain When that whistle blow, I come alive Ain’t no fear in me, just fight Saturday blood, born for the war Crowd gon’ shake when I settle that score Lights come on and I turn that switch I was born for games like this Verse 2 Mama saw it in me way before the stars got pinned Before the coaches came callin’, before I learned to grin Before the cameras, the rankings, the noise, the talk Back when it was just me and a dream on a blacktop walk I watched them Saturdays like scripture in the living room glow Saw them legends carry weight only warriors know Not just runnin’ for yards, not just chasin’ applause But carryin’ whole damn states in the set of they jaw Now I’m standin’ in that same fire they once stood in With a target on my back and the whole world lookin’ Every school got a pitch, every hand got a plan But they don’t know what this game mean inside of a man This ain’t social media This ain’t hype in a post This is blood in the dirt This is ghosts with the ghosts This is every rep stackin’ into one loud night This is me lookin’ pressure in the eye like, “Aight.” Pre-Chorus Every bruise got a reason Every scar got a sound Every dream I was chasin’ Led me right to this ground Yeah, I came here hungry And I stay that way You can keep your easy livin’ I was built for Saturdays Chorus I got Saturday blood in my veins Hit hard, stand tall, take pain When that whistle blow, I come alive Ain’t no fear in me, just fight Saturday blood, born for the war Crowd gon’ shake when I settle that score Lights come on and I turn that switch I was born for games like this Bridge Helmet on Mouthpiece in Heartbeat talkin’ like a war drum hymn No soft thoughts No safe road Just me and the weight that I chose to hold If I go down I go all in If I get hit I get up again ‘Cause boys play ball But men get judged By what they do with that Saturday blood Breakdown Yeah This that backfield thunder This that tunnel smoke This that keep-your-mouth-shut And let the pads talk This that old-school hunger in a new-school age This that rage with discipline This that animal cage Final Chorus I got Saturday blood in my veins Hit hard, stand tall, take pain When that whistle blow, I come alive Ain’t no fear in me, just fight Saturday blood, born for the war Crowd gon’ shake when I settle that score Lights come on and I turn that switch I was born for games like this Outro Yeah Some boys dream it Some boys say it Some boys wear the jersey Never really weigh it But me I been carryin’ this fire since I was young Heart full of storm And Saturday blood
