Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Bag on my shoulder Grass under my boots You call it a game I call it proof White ball rolling Like a tiny death One bad swing, baby I bite through the threat [Pre-Chorus] Count it out One, two, three Grip that pain And swing for me Wind in the trees Like a warning cry I came to wreck I came to try [Chorus] Drive it, drive it Straight through the pain (drive it) Drive it, drive it Make the course remember my name Hit that green Like I came for war Drive it, drive it I want more [Verse 2] Mud on the cleats now Blood on the glove You laugh at the hazard I laugh at the shove Sand in my mouth Clawing through the trap Every missed birdie Bites right back [Pre-Chorus] Count it out One, two, three Grip that pain And swing for me Hands on the club Like a loaded blade I don’t back down I don’t fade [Chorus] Drive it, drive it Straight through the pain (drive it) Drive it, drive it Make the course remember my name Hit that green Like I came for war Drive it, drive it I want more [Bridge] [Breakdown] Tee box trembling I’m not done yet Par is a lie I don’t accept Shout my score Then watch me rise One last swing Take the prize [Final Chorus] Drive it, drive it Straight through the pain (drive it) Drive it, drive it Make the course remember my name Hit that green Like I came for war Drive it, drive it I want more Drive it, drive it Straight through the pain (drive it) Drive it, drive it Make the course remember my name Hit that green Like I came for war Drive it, drive it I want more
Tags
Metalcore with mid-tempo palm-muted chugs, syncopated double-kick bursts, and a half-time chorus stomp; verse rides tight stop-start riffs and barked lines, pre-chorus opens into layered gang shouts, chorus hits with huge sing-shout gang vocals and octave leads. Breakdowns slam with pinch harmonics, pick scrapes, and tom-heavy accents. Harsh verses, shouted doubles on hooks, one clean melody layer for lift., metalcore
Duration
3:17
Instrumental
No
Created
4/20/2026