Hold That Line
v6 Pro
@Paweł
Hold That Line
v6 Pro
@Paweł
Songteksten
[Intro]
Lock in. Heads up.
One team. One sound.
[Verse 1]
Chalk on the gloves, cold air in our lungs,
Your number gets called and the whole field runs.
Shoulder to shoulder, no room to fold,
We came for the fourth quarter, came for the gold.
The chains move forward, the clock runs thin,
You hear that crowd when the drive kicks in.
No easy yards, no backing down,
We take this field and we hold this ground.
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it up—one, two, three,
Every heartbeat, same belief.
When they rush, we answer loud;
Raise your hands and shake the ground!
[Chorus]
Hold that line! (Hold that line!)
Bring that fight! (Bring that fight!)
We don’t break, we don’t bend,
Drive it home, again, again!
One team! One name!
Make ’em feel the pressure and the flame!
On this field, we own the night—
Hold that line! Bring that fight!
[Verse 2]
Snap on the count, then the whole world cracks,
Backfield reads and the blockers attack.
Fast feet cut through, eyes stay locked,
Every hard-earned inch gets the whole place rocked.
Fourth and short? We want that call.
Put the game on us—we’ll take it all.
From the first whistle to the final play,
We bring that pressure and we make our way.
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it up—one, two, three,
Every heartbeat, same belief.
When they rush, we answer loud;
Raise your hands and shake the ground!
[Chorus]
Hold that line! (Hold that line!)
Bring that fight! (Bring that fight!)
We don’t break, we don’t bend,
Drive it home, again, again!
One team! One name!
Make ’em feel the pressure and the flame!
On this field, we own the night—
Hold that line! Bring that fight!
[Bridge]
If the score is tight, we stay composed.
If the road gets hard, we hit and go.
Every player, every fan,
Raise that roar—this is who we are!
[Final Chorus]
Hold that line! (Hold that line!)
Bring that fight! (Bring that fight!)
We don’t break, we don’t bend,
Drive it home, again, again!
One team! One name!
Make ’em feel the pressure and the flame!
On this field, we own the night—
Hold that line! Bring that fight!
[Outro]
One team! One name!
Hold that line! Bring that fight!
[Intro] Lock in. Heads up. One team. One sound. [Verse 1] Chalk on the gloves, cold air in our lungs, Your number gets called and the whole field runs. Shoulder to shoulder, no room to fold, We came for the fourth quarter, came for the gold. The chains move forward, the clock runs thin, You hear that crowd when the drive kicks in. No easy yards, no backing down, We take this field and we hold this ground. [Pre-Chorus] Count it up—one, two, three, Every heartbeat, same belief. When they rush, we answer loud; Raise your hands and shake the ground! [Chorus] Hold that line! (Hold that line!) Bring that fight! (Bring that fight!) We don’t break, we don’t bend, Drive it home, again, again! One team! One name! Make ’em feel the pressure and the flame! On this field, we own the night— Hold that line! Bring that fight! [Verse 2] Snap on the count, then the whole world cracks, Backfield reads and the blockers attack. Fast feet cut through, eyes stay locked, Every hard-earned inch gets the whole place rocked. Fourth and short? We want that call. Put the game on us—we’ll take it all. From the first whistle to the final play, We bring that pressure and we make our way. [Pre-Chorus] Count it up—one, two, three, Every heartbeat, same belief. When they rush, we answer loud; Raise your hands and shake the ground! [Chorus] Hold that line! (Hold that line!) Bring that fight! (Bring that fight!) We don’t break, we don’t bend, Drive it home, again, again! One team! One name! Make ’em feel the pressure and the flame! On this field, we own the night— Hold that line! Bring that fight! [Bridge] If the score is tight, we stay composed. If the road gets hard, we hit and go. Every player, every fan, Raise that roar—this is who we are! [Final Chorus] Hold that line! (Hold that line!) Bring that fight! (Bring that fight!) We don’t break, we don’t bend, Drive it home, again, again! One team! One name! Make ’em feel the pressure and the flame! On this field, we own the night— Hold that line! Bring that fight! [Outro] One team! One name! Hold that line! Bring that fight!Lock in. Heads up.
One team. One sound.
[Verse 1]
Chalk on the gloves, cold air in our lungs,
Your number gets called and the whole field runs.
Shoulder to shoulder, no room to fold,
We came for the fourth quarter, came for the gold.
The chains move forward, the clock runs thin,
You hear that crowd when the drive kicks in.
No easy yards, no backing down,
We take this field and we hold this ground.
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it up—one, two, three,
Every heartbeat, same belief.
When they rush, we answer loud;
Raise your hands and shake the ground!
[Chorus]
Hold that line! (Hold that line!)
Bring that fight! (Bring that fight!)
We don’t break, we don’t bend,
Drive it home, again, again!
One team! One name!
Make ’em feel the pressure and the flame!
On this field, we own the night—
Hold that line! Bring that fight!
[Verse 2]
Snap on the count, then the whole world cracks,
Backfield reads and the blockers attack.
Fast feet cut through, eyes stay locked,
Every hard-earned inch gets the whole place rocked.
Fourth and short? We want that call.
Put the game on us—we’ll take it all.
From the first whistle to the final play,
We bring that pressure and we make our way.
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it up—one, two, three,
Every heartbeat, same belief.
When they rush, we answer loud;
Raise your hands and shake the ground!
[Chorus]
Hold that line! (Hold that line!)
Bring that fight! (Bring that fight!)
We don’t break, we don’t bend,
Drive it home, again, again!
One team! One name!
Make ’em feel the pressure and the flame!
On this field, we own the night—
Hold that line! Bring that fight!
[Bridge]
If the score is tight, we stay composed.
If the road gets hard, we hit and go.
Every player, every fan,
Raise that roar—this is who we are!
[Final Chorus]
Hold that line! (Hold that line!)
Bring that fight! (Bring that fight!)
We don’t break, we don’t bend,
Drive it home, again, again!
One team! One name!
Make ’em feel the pressure and the flame!
On this field, we own the night—
Hold that line! Bring that fight!
[Outro]
One team! One name!
Hold that line! Bring that fight!
Stijl van muziek
Aggressive stadium hip-hop anthem for an American football team, tense minor-key brass stabs and gritty low synth, stomp
