[Intro] (Fading in with a warped guitar slide and distant bong-hit echo) Out in the factory haze, where the plastics melt and gleam… Summit crew risin’ up, livin’ the polymer dream… Light one up, let’s roll… [Verse 1] Mainstream crew, yeah, we’re the backbone of the grind, Kelvin’s got the blueprint, drawin’ lines in the mind. Church preachin’ fire on the line, keepin’ the faith alive, While the molds are hummin’, and the shifts collide. We punch the clock, but we own the night, Fuzz pedals crankin’ under fluorescent light… [Chorus] Glove box rockstars, fastest crew in the buildin’! Alan, Daniel, Kelvin, Church – we’re the kings of the fillin’! True rockstars, yeah, everyone knows our name, Summit Polymers crew, settin’ the whole damn plant aflame! (Whoa-oh) Glove box thunder, we ride the wave high, Fastest hands, deepest highs – under that factory sky! [Verse 2] Alan’s riffin’ on the rivets, hammer like a Les Paul scream, Daniel’s divin’ in the dash, chasin’ that vinyl dream. We’re the glue in the chaos, the spark in the wire, Stoner haze in the break room, fuelin’ the fire. From the line to the lot, we blaze our own trail, Polymer prophets, we never fail… [Chorus] Glove box rockstars, fastest crew in the buildin’! Alan, Daniel, Kelvin, Church – we’re the kings of the fillin’! True rockstars, yeah, everyone knows our name, Summit Polymers crew, settin’ the whole damn plant aflame! (Whoa-oh) Glove box thunder, we ride the wave high, Fastest hands, deepest highs – under that factory sky! [Bridge] (Slow it down – bass thumps like a heartbeat, guitar solo wails with wah-wah bends, building tension like a slow-motion headbang) Light it up, pass it ‘round, in the shadow of the press… We’re the unspoken legends, the crew that don’t rest. From dawn ‘til the whistle, we carve out our throne, Glove box anthems echoin’ long after we’re gone… [Outro Chorus] (Double-time fuzz explosion, layered harmonies fading into smoke) Glove box rockstars… (fastest in the buildin’!) Summit crew eternal… (everyone knows!) Kelvin, Church, Alan, Daniel… true rockstars rise! Polymer haze forever… under them factory lights… (Guitar fades to a single, echoing chord – “Yeah… we own it all…”)
