Lyrics
[Verse]
Out in the sticks, but we shine like the city glow
Ingle Farm, where the legends and the stories grow
Pitch is the canvas, boots paint the art
Every tackle, every pass—masterpiece from the heart
Ball rolls, crowd roars, symphony of the fight
Under Friday night lights, we ignite the night
Green and white threads, dripping with pride
Opposition trembles, can't handle the stride
[Chorus]
Ingle Farm, where the dreams don't sleep
Grassroots grind, yeah, we play so deep
We run, we fight, till the final alarm
This is our house—welcome to Ingle Farm
[Verse 2]
No Gucci cleats, just scuffed-up soles
But we run the field like we own the goals
Coaches barking, tactics in the veins
Opponents lost, caught in the cyclone's chains
From the subs to the stars, every player's a king
Even the bench warms up like a championship ring
Hustle in the veins, mud in the veins too
Every bruise a badge, every win brand new
[Bridge]
We rise from the dirt, phoenix in the flame
Not just a club, nah, it's a family name
Rivals bring the heat, we turn it to steam
Ingle Farm forever, living the dream
Style
hip hopfootballand male vocals delivering sharpmale vocalsintricate glitch texturesrap-infused glitch hop with heavy house beatsrapglitchglitch hoprhythmic flows
Prompt
a song about ingle farm football club with, rap, hip hop, house, glitch, glitch hop, male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
Zayden
ZaydenGeneratedAug 1, 2025
ModelAria v4