Lyrics

[Verse]
Rylen swings the driver, precision like a sniper,
Code by day, on the course—he’s a lifer.
Keystrokes sharp, but his putts sharper still,
Green jacket dreams, every shot gives a thrill.

[Verse 2]
Roland’s the boss with the hustle and flow,
Writes code in the morning, then he’s ready to go.
On the fairway, slicing clouds with finesse,
MG Oil's Tiger, with no time for the stress.

[Chorus]
We the five who thrive, kings on the green,
Switch from keyboards to the links, unseen.
Birdies and eagles, got that championship glow,
IT by the day, but golf runs the show.

[Verse 3]
Tanner’s got a stroke smooth as his lines of code,
Tracks metrics on the clock; after, he’s in golf mode.
Data-driven putting, every swing a projection,
Fairway architect, no need for correction.

[Verse 4]
Justin’s got the swagger with a mean short game,
Proxy servers by the night, but the links is his fame.
Par for precision, chill under pressure, my guy,
Call him Mr. Clutch, golfing under bright skies.

[Bridge]
Oil’s pumping, but on weekends it’s clumping,
The five-man squad keeps the vibe straight thumping.
MG’s elite, IT’s sharpest crew,
Turning bogeys into wins, yeah, that’s the truth.