[intro – autotuned, soft harmonics] Yeah… It’s heavy when the armor don’t protect the heart. (Let’s go…) [verse – melodic flow, melancholic tone] Myles got fire but it burnin’ him inside, He hit hard, but the pain won’t hide. Tryna lead like his pops, carry that name, But every yard feel like guilt in the rain. Pup Howard stay quiet in the locker, Writin’ plays in his mind like a author. Pressure buildin’ and he don’t show cracks, But he dreams in his sleep with the world on his back. Aaron Chiles got ghosts on the field, Every snap like a scar he ain’t healed. They see cleats — he see fears, But he blitz ‘cause he got no gears. Jaden mask pain with speed, He don’t talk, but he bleed when he read. Ty Jackson numb in the fight, But he smile when he blackout the light. [hook – autotuned singing, spacey pads] I got linebacker scars, Tears under the pads, pain written in bars. Swamp dreams got a price, And we pay every night for the war in the lights. I got linebacker scars… And I’m still tryna breathe through the hits and the stars. [bridge – broken vocals, guitar loop drops in] They cheer loud, but they don’t know the toll, Winnin' games while you losin' your soul. Would you love me if I fumble the truth? Or only when I bleed for the orange and blue? [hook – repeat, more desperate tone] I got linebacker scars, Tears under the pads, pain written in bars. Swamp dreams got a price, And we pay every night for the war in the lights. I got linebacker scars… Still tryna heal through the weight and the noise in my heart.
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