Winner’s Chopstorm

Run

it up

Top floor

Came from the back with a plan and a bruise Still kept

aim, never sang for the views Feet on the floor,

now the whole room shake I don't wait luck,

I make my own lane break Clock too fast but I match

that pace Name got weight when I step in the place Doubt

fell flat, let it drop,

let it burn Talk all day,

but the winner returns Head up,

chest out, I know my name Heat up,

lights out, I own this game One shot,

one crown, no second place When I lean in,

they all make space

Winner, winner, put the fire in the air Winner,

winner, every eye knows I'm there I came for the crown,

I came to deliver Stand too close,

feel the ground get bigger Winner,

winner, never fold, never shiver

Built from the misses,

the cuts, the strain Now every scar got a use in the

frame Hands on the rail when the room goes wild Still too

sharp, still too foul for mild I don't drift,

I decide that route Kick that door,

bring the whole team out If they want proof,

then I hand that fact Put my name on the win and

I don't look back

I earned this

I own this

No luck here All grit here (ah!) Winner Winner,

winner, put the fire in the air Winner,

winner, every eye knows I'm there I came for the crown,

I came to deliver Stand too close,

feel the ground get bigger Winner,

winner, never fold, never shiver Winner Still here

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