Coffin Corner Swing

Lights low, I'm steppin' in, pillow room, hold tight

Shoes hit like a warning sign, I'm calming the bite

Crowd got their hush now, they know what's next

Run clean, look at the plate, and I'm already pressed

Grip set, eyes wide, time starts to bend

I don't chase the norms, I just aim a sin

Heartbeat stomp when I square up slow

They brace for the moment, they already know

When the pack cuts through, let the whole place change

Crowd races back as the impact lands

One hard crack in the midnight stands

I′m in with a perfect swing

And the sweet spot sings when I make it sing

And it's with a grin I came to perform

One big strike and the whole house roars

Horror in the keys but I′m all styling lean

Face rolls deep like a half-hurt dream

Clip little chunks depress a lot

Rattling sparks every time I talk

They French when I settle, I love that stare

Like a ghost in cleats, where the devil may care

I don't need luck, I need one true line

One perfect cut to the scene, shine

Push, then thunder, watch it unfold

Pull on the outside if the swing is gold

If the count gets ugly, I get loud and mean

Shout harmonies, rise like a fever dream

I'm looking for the perfect swing in the back of

Crowd braced back as the impact lands

One heart cracking to make this dance

I'm coming for the perfect scream

Yeah, the sweet spot sings when I make it sing

Listen to the grin, I came to perform

One fist striking, the whole house warms