From Kelly To Allen

[Intro]
Back when the kids had posters
Bills gear big like armor
Legends on that old box TV
Now we chant for a new blue dynasty (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Used to see Jim in the huddle, cold in December
Bruce off the edge, that rush I remember
Therman in space, one cut, it’s gone
Andre on a post, crowd singin’ along
Lil kid on the couch, snacks on the table
Dreams in my head, thought it’s all a fable
Four straight shots, carried that weight
Whole town learned how to live with the ache
But we stayed loud
Shovelin’ that snow just to fill up the crowd
Red, white, blue on a hand-me-down jacket
Talkin’ ’bout rings like a promise, gotta have it (yeah)
[Chorus]
From Kelly to Allen, we still yellin’ "let’s go"
Same city, same storm, same heart in the snow
From old tape glow to the high-def show
Bills on my chest, I’m ridin’ ’til the casket close
From Kelly to Allen, east side to the falls
Kids in the driveway, answerin’ them calls
From legends we watched to the ones we chose
From Bruce and ’em boys to Cook and Joey Bosa on the road (hey)
[Verse 2]
Now it’s Josh with the stiff-arm, flyin’ like a jet
Hurdlin’ doubt, put a foot on they neck
James in the flat, one move, then slide
Cut back once, whole defense wide
We’ve seen heartbreak, helmets in hands
Now it’s touchdowns, tables in stands
Same old logo, brand new chapter
Same cold wind, way less laughter after
I see the youngsters, jerseys on tight
Talkin’ ’bout stats, tryna stay up late nights
I was you, watchin’ heroes on screen
Now I’m watchin’ you step into the dream (for real)
[Chorus]
From Kelly to Allen, we still yellin’ "let’s go"
Same city, same storm, same heart in the snow
From old tape glow to the high-def show
Bills on my chest, I’m ridin’ ’til the casket close
From Kelly to Allen, east side to the falls
Kids in the driveway, answerin’ them calls
From legends we watched to the ones we chose
From Bruce and ’em boys to Cook and Joey Bosa on the road (hey)
[Bridge]
Past to the present, that line stay tight
Names on the back but the front same light
You gon’ make greatness, that’s what we see
Whole 716 in your family tree (yeah)
From those four falls, now we rise tall
Every new snap got the ghosts in the hall
Old heads nod, young ones chant
This that Bills talk, ain’t a thing you can’t
[Chorus]

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