[Verse]
Cold beer popping on a South End block,
Sunday morning buzz and the kickoff clock,
Mike’s got a Budlight, Danny’s Miller a man,
Jose says, “I swear I ain’t blowing no chunks,”
Cisco’s not too sure bout this Bryce guy,
Leslie’s begging to meet Mr Sir Purr,
Gator with the banner flying high for the Carolina blue,
Daniela’s not sure what she’s gotten into
[Pre-Chorus]
Lauren’s counting down like it’s fourth and goal,
Brian’s raising Bush cans like a heavyweight toast,
Town lit up like a whiskey shot, everybody knows…
[Chorus]
We’re drinking beer under a Carolina sky,
Playoff dreams with that black and blue style,
From the Bojangles box, to the Panther roar inside,
When the Panthers run, we’re along for the pick up ride,
Raise ‘em up high to the Queen City,
Ain’t felt this way since 2015,
With our hands on a can and our voices screaming loud—
For the Carolina Panthers and this playoff bound crowd.
[Verse]
Iced Bryce drops back, calm as cold as this drink,
Scans that field like a Panther on the prowl,
T-Mac down wide with a step on his man,
Ball in the air— hell yeah, here it comes, touchdown!
Chains move fast, hear the stadium shake,
Black and blue thunder every step we take,
Cisco’s screaming, Jose just lost his lunch,
Leslie’s screaming at the goal line sign.
[Pre-Chorus]
Gator’s jumping like we already won,
Daniela praying for a that perfect run,
Lauren’s shouting, “Defense!”
[Chorus]
We’re drinking beer under a Carolina sky,
Playoff dreams with that black and blue style,
From the Bojangles box, to the roar inside,
When the Panthers run, we’re along for the ride,
Raise ‘em up high to the Queen City,
Ain’t felt this way since 2015,
With our hands on a can and our voices screaming loud—
For the Carolina Panthers and this playoff bound crowd.
[Verse]
Fourth and long and the noise gets fucking mean,
Here comes Derrick Brown like a wrecking machine,
Pocket collapses, Bakers on his ass,
Whole damn city yelling, “KEEP POUNDING!”
Brian’s pounding the chair till his hands go numb,
Mike spilling beer but he don’t give one fuck,
Danny’s smashed, Jose’s passed out,
Cisco’s yelling, “Damn’t Jose!”
[Bridge]
Every loss we took, every doubt they said,
Every empty Sunday now buried and dead,
From the cheap seat faithful to the front-row fire,
This whole damn town got that Richard Petty swagger,
We built this crowd,
But today feels like we’re Super Bowl bound.
[Final Chorus]
Yeah, we’re drinking beer under a Carolina blue sky,
Playoff sights and that black and blue crowd,
From a smoky mountain tailgate to the Panther roar inside,
When the Panthers win, we’re along for the ride,
Raise ‘em up high to the Queen City,
Every mile of this run feels like a cold can in the hand,
With our hands in the air and our voices screaming loud—
For the Carolina Panthers and this playoff bound crowd.
[Outro]
So pour one more round for the heart and the grind,
For Hubbard and Rico and the big boys on the line,
From Uptown bars to the South End lots,
Keep Pounding!
