Intro – “Five-Star Call” (unchanged, hits harder now) (Stadium rumble. Phones buzzing.) Recruiters (overlapping): “Ohio State.” “Texas money.” “USC spotlight.” “Bama rings.” Chad (cold): “Cool… but that ain’t the dream.” (Jet engine. Guitar.) Chad: “Vegas to Norman.” ⸻ Verse 1 Friday night lights got the desert on fire Scoreboard flashing like a Sin City sign Bishop Gorman, five-star attire Whole damn country tryna draft my time Cash talk heavy, promises dirty Everybody selling futures to me Mama said, “Son, don’t rush it early” But pressure made a grown man outta me Phones blowing up, same fake love Everybody want a piece of the buzz They see touchdowns, don’t see blood Don’t see pain, don’t see trust ⸻ Pre-Chorus They want my arm, want my name Want my soul in a contract frame But I ain’t built just for the game I want more than fame ⸻ Chorus From Vegas to Norman, jet fuel and lust Thought I trusted the grind—now I’m trusting us Came for the wins, came for the crown Didn’t know you’d knock my guard down Under Oklahoma stars, hands on my chest Girl, you got me questioning what I want next I was all ball, all smoke, all motion Now it’s Vegas to Norman—heart wide open ⸻ Verse 2 Red dirt roads and a backseat sin Your lips talking trouble, whiskey on your skin Said you liked my edge, said I wasn’t pretend Said I talk like a man, not a highlight trend Didn’t ask your last name, didn’t need the truth Didn’t know your bloodline ran this whole damn booth You said pressure don’t scare you, hell neither do I I live every down like it’s do or die Your nails on my neck, my hands on your waist Recruiting trip turning into fate ⸻ Pre-Chorus They preach patience, preach control But temptation been calling my soul I been disciplined, I been cold But damn… not tonight though ⸻ Chorus From Vegas to Norman, helmet to sheets Playbook folded, you calling the plays on me Thought this visit was business only Now you got me feeling shit I don’t usually Friday nights to late-night sins Girl, you breaking rules I swore I lived in I was locked in, tunnel vision Now it’s Vegas to Norman—no permission ⸻ Bridge Truth hit hard like a blindside sack Your daddy the coach—yeah, didn’t see that You said, “This changes things,” I laughed back Pressure don’t scare me, I run straight at that If I’m betting my future, my body, my name I want red dirt, floodlights, legacy flames ⸻ Final Chorus From Vegas to Norman, red dirt fire Desert boy with a deeper desire They can wave checks, they can sell me lies But they can’t fake what I feel in your eyes I came for the game, stayed for the moment Stayed for the girl that cracked my focus Born to gamble, now I’m chosen All in—Vegas to Norman ⸻ Outro (Crowd chant low and dirty: “Boomer… Sooner…”) Yeah, I risk it all, no second guessing Five-star life, real-life lessons
