WILDCATS

Purple and gold, the media should just put me on the cover of Vogue I want to get old with plenty of cash in my pocket to buy back the stocks that I sold We rocking our pride, Warwick Valley in our eyes My history complicated but I try I'll tell you one thing that the ego was burned alive Tonight we're coming back to life Goshen, Burke, Washingtonville, brr You may have gotten away in the past with it But tonight we gon' put you to work Look at my face, smirk Just gave a job to my clerk Wildcats, gods on the earth, so you take this L and get off of our turf She had a cat, she was wild Hadn't heard my music in a while I adopted the ways of the land You understand, my words are conceived by a child I wrote a song for my ex, then she gave me a follow request Best know that I denied that thing, now it's time to move on to the next Senior year you know that I'm gon' have that bag on me Track star, fast cars, from behind on me We just got another win, so don't you whine on me Go treat yourself to pity parties and hot women at the beach On the field, what's the deal Why you act so stressed? It's cause the home team's got your number and you're all out of bets Warwick floating, while you sitting getting roasted You a penny, I'm a god damn Chuck E. Cheese token Now you're broken, we got your whole team choking Lemme get these bands off your hands, Imma D-Rose 'em Break your heart, you just thought it was a farce Auggie and the wildcats, we are a work of art Purple and gold, the media should just put me on the cover of Vogue I want to get old with plenty of cash in my pocket to buy back the stocks that I sold We rocking our pride, Warwick Valley in our eyes My history complicated but I try I'll tell you one thing that the ego was burned alive, tonight we're coming back to life Goshen, Burke, Washingtonville, brr You may have gotten away in the past with it But tonight we gon' put you to work Look at my face, smirk Just gave a job to my clerk Wildcats, gods on the earth, so you take this L and get off of our turf Cannot relish in pain on a bad day Got these footballers doing ballet Have these sodas in packs by the gallon Call me a night boy like Jimmy Fallon, yeah But these fools are making me cringe Cause they can't put a door on the hinge So I'm just gon' open the fridge, yeah I go too hard on a binge My boys in the backseat Don't call shotgun if you didn't ask me Don't call Tristan cause he's a real athlete Bolt because you sayin' you couldn't catch me The wildcats clawing at you, they're attacking, quarter no back Trailing and the first half ain't even over, cut 'em no slack Auggie on a late night in the full moon The transformation takes him out the shell, out the cocoon Something stirs inside whenever Auggie hears this tune He needs some spice, how about another tablespoon Timothy Abel gave him style, that's what made him berserk His dad surrounded him with art and made him great at his work His mother made him sympathetic, Auggie didn't understand But for this grand old Warwick Valley, boy he had great plans Purple and gold, the media should just put me on the cover of Vogue I want to get old with plenty of cash in my pocket to buy back the stocks that I sold We rocking our pride, Warwick Valley in our eyes My history complicated but I try I'll tell you one thing that the ego was burned alive, tonight we're coming back to life Goshen, Burke, Washingtonville, brr You may have gotten away in the past with it, but tonight we gon' put you to work Look at my face, smirk Just gave a job to my clerk Wildcats, gods on the earth, so you take this L and get off of our turf