Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Heads up Game on Cleats dirt Lights strong (hey!) [Verse 1] Pine tar on the handle Eye black like a war stripe Knuckles on the barrel Heartbeat on a short stride Dust on the logo Chatter from the first base line Ump yells, crowd swells Feels like the whole world’s mine [Chorus] Bottom of the ninth, let it fly now Everybody rise, get loud now (hey!) Wave those caps, stomp that ground We don’t back up, we stand our ground One swing, one shot, our time Say it with your chest, that’s our sign Bottom of the ninth, this is our house We don’t sit down, we don’t sit down [Verse 2] Signs flash from the dugout Fastball’s got a cold grin Slider in the shadows But I’m locked in Spit in the dirt, then Dig in, feel that grip Pitch comes, world slows Snap of the hip, that rip [Chorus] Bottom of the ninth, let it fly now Everybody rise, get loud now (oh!) Wave those caps, stomp that ground We don’t back up, we stand our ground One swing, one shot, our time Say it with your chest, that’s our sign Bottom of the ninth, this is our house We don’t sit down, we don’t sit down [Bridge] Clap-clap, stomp-stomp, bring the heat (hey!) Call out the name of your team Clap-clap, stomp-stomp, on repeat This is more than just a dream [Chorus] Bottom of the ninth, let it fly now Everybody rise, get loud now Wave those caps, stomp that ground We don’t back up, we stand our ground One swing, one shot, our time (our time!) Say it with your chest, that’s our sign Bottom of the ninth, this is our house We don’t sit down, we don’t sit down
Tags
High-energy stadium anthem with pounding toms, distorted power chords, and a thick bass line; crowd claps and group chants drive the hook. Verses are tight and rhythmic with call‑and‑response gang vocals; chorus explodes with stacked male vocals and huge “oh-oh” shouts. Break section leans on drum breaks and claps, building into a final, shouted reprise.
Duration
2:41
Instrumental
No
Created
4/11/2026