[Verse]
Croaks in the night, echoes through the bog,
A frog in the system, locked tight in the cog.
Chains on his hops, they taxing the leap,
Croak turning bitter, the waters run deep.
[Pre-Chorus]
Pads under pressure, can't flee the grind,
Swamp overlords got his freedom confined.
Ribbits he’s spittin’, but they drown in greed,
The croak of rebellion’s what the world needs.
[Chorus]
Build it up, build it tall, feel the frog's pain drop and fall,
Bassline pounding, chains will break, let the lily pads vibrate.
Freedom leaps in every sound, revolution shakes the ground,
The bog can’t hold that bassy roar, it’s time for frogs to settle scores.
[Verse 2]
Rain hits the pad, ripples in the grime,
Ribbit revolution, just waiting for its time.
Files in the swamp, papers thick as the muck,
Frogs just a number, but dreaming of luck.
[Bridge]
Deep in the mud, where the freedom runs,
Glow in his heart brighter than swamp suns.
In the bass build-up, chains start to quake,
The drop hits heavy—it’s his freedom stake.
[Chorus]
Build it up, build it tall, feel the frog’s pain drop and fall,
Bassline pounding, chains will break, let the lily pads vibrate.
Freedom leaps in every sound, revolution shakes the ground,
The bog can’t hold that bassy roar, it’s time for frogs to settle scores.