WILDCATS Lyrics

Purple and gold, the media should just put me on the cover of Vogue

I want to get old with plenty of cash in my pocket to buy back the stocks that I sold

We rocking our pride, Warwick Valley in our eyes

My history complicated but I try

I'll tell you one thing that the ego was burned alive

Tonight we're coming back to life

Goshen, Burke, Washingtonville, brr

You may have gotten away in the past with it

But tonight we gon' put you to work Look at my face, smirk

Just gave a job to my clerk

Wildcats, gods on the earth, so you take this L and get off of our turf

She had a cat, she was wild

Hadn't heard my music in a while

I adopted the ways of the land

You understand, my words are conceived by a child

I wrote a song for my ex, then she gave me a follow request

Best know that I denied that thing, now it's time to move on to the next

Senior year you know that I'm gon' have that bag on me

Track star, fast cars, from behind on me

We just got another win, so don't you whine on me

Go treat yourself to pity parties and hot women at the beach

On the field, what's the deal

Why you act so stressed?

It's cause the home team's got your number and you're all out of bets

Warwick floating, while you sitting getting roasted

You a penny, I'm a god damn Chuck E. Cheese token

Now you're broken, we got your whole team choking

Lemme get these bands off your hands, Imma D-Rose 'em

Break your heart, you just thought it was a farce

Auggie and the wildcats, we are a work of art

Purple and gold, the media should just put me on the cover of Vogue

I want to get old with plenty of cash in my pocket to buy back the stocks that I sold

We rocking our pride, Warwick Valley in our eyes

My history complicated but I try

I'll tell you one thing that the ego was burned alive, tonight we're coming back to life

Goshen, Burke, Washingtonville, brr

You may have gotten away in the past with it

But tonight we gon' put you to work Look at my face, smirk

Just gave a job to my clerk

Wildcats, gods on the earth, so you take this L and get off of our turf

Cannot relish in pain on a bad day

Got these footballers doing ballet

Have these sodas in packs by the gallon

Call me a night boy like Jimmy Fallon, yeah

But these fools are making me cringe

Cause they can't put a door on the hinge

So I'm just gon' open the fridge, yeah

I go too hard on a binge

My boys in the backseat

Don't call shotgun if you didn't ask me

Don't call Tristan cause he's a real athlete

Bolt because you sayin' you couldn't catch me

The wildcats clawing at you, they're attacking, quarter no back

Trailing and the first half ain't even over, cut 'em no slack

Auggie on a late night in the full moon

The transformation takes him out the shell, out the cocoon

Something stirs inside whenever Auggie hears this tune

He needs some spice, how about another tablespoon

Timothy Abel gave him style, that's what made him berserk

His dad surrounded him with art and made him great at his work

His mother made him sympathetic, Auggie didn't understand

But for this grand old Warwick Valley, boy he had great plans

Purple and gold, the media should just put me on the cover of Vogue

I want to get old with plenty of cash in my pocket to buy back the stocks that I sold

We rocking our pride, Warwick Valley in our eyes

My history complicated but I try

I'll tell you one thing that the ego was burned alive, tonight we're coming back to life

Goshen, Burke, Washingtonville, brr

You may have gotten away in the past with it, but tonight we gon' put you to work

Look at my face, smirk

Just gave a job to my clerk

Wildcats, gods on the earth, so you take this L and get off of our turf