Intro – spoken, low and controlled] Tall silos over Texas Wheat rolling through the air Golden glass on the table El Hefe is here [Verse 1] Came through the gate where the tall grain stands Steel in the sky, Texas dirt on my hands Sun dropping low, gold touching the yard Cold wheat pour, but the flavor hits hard Cloud in the glass with a crown made of foam Banana and clove bringing everything home Smooth on the tongue with a clean little bite El Hefe took the chair—now the boss arrived No suit, no tie, no need to pretend Built by the grain from beginning to end Silos overhead like guards on the wall When El Hefe walks in, better answer the call [Hook] El Hefe—boss of the wheat Golden in the glass with the world at his feet Tall grain silos standing over the scene Texas-made flavor, cloudy and clean El Hefe—let the whole thing pour One cold glass and you’re reaching for more Clove in the air, banana underneath El Hefe runs the yard—boss of the wheat [Verse 2] This ain’t some watered-down, nameless brew Every single pour got a story running through From the grain in the silo to the tap in the room Wheat beer rising like a Texas full moon Smooth operator with a heavyweight name Hefeweizen body bringing heat to the game Golden-orange glow when the light cuts through First taste lands, then the flavor breaks loose No macro shortcuts, keep the passion intact Real craft living—you can taste every fact Raise that glass, let the wheat speak clear El Hefe holds court every time he appears [Hook] El Hefe—boss of the wheat Golden in the glass with the world at his feet Tall grain silos standing over the scene Texas-made flavor, cloudy and clean El Hefe—let the whole thing pour One cold glass and you’re reaching for more Clove in the air, banana underneath El Hefe runs the yard—boss of the wheat [Bridge – rhythmic spoken delivery] Steel silos Texas sky Golden wheat Stacked up high Cloudy body Foaming crown El Hefe stepped in Now he runs this town [Verse 3] From Katy soil to the edge of the map Put the brewery story inside of the track Sipping on passion, every drop stays true What’s in your glass? Let me show you the brew El Hefe on deck with a confident stride Wheat in his blood and the grain by his side No throne needed when the name carries weight Cold glass ready—put the boss on the plate So when those tall silos cut through the night And the brewery windows start catching the light There’s only one name that belongs in the seat El Hefe—the undisputed boss of the wheat [Final Hook] El Hefe—boss of the wheat Golden in the glass with the world at his feet Tall grain silos standing over the scene Texas-made flavor, cloudy and clean El Hefe—let the whole thing pour One cold glass and you’re reaching for more Clove in the air, banana underneath El Hefe runs the yard—boss of the wheat [Outro – spoken] Tall silos Cold glass Texas wheat El Hefe
