Lyrics

[Verse]
Down in Georgia where the roads run wide,
We’re laying down vinyl, custom with pride.
From the trucks to the signs, banners that gleam,
If you dream it, we’ll wrap, make it supreme.

[Verse 2]
Prints so bold, they’re loud in the light,
Colors poppin’, catching every sight.
A canvas of steel, we paint the town,
Studio 10, kings without a crown.

[Chorus]
We wrap the world, make visions real,
Rolling out dreams with a southern feel.
Ink and grit, that’s how we shine,
Georgia’s heart, one wrap at a time.

[Verse 3]
From highways to storefronts, we make the scene,
Turning plain to magic, crisp and clean.
Every detail, every line we trace,
Bringing life to spaces, giving them grace.

[Bridge]
The hum of machines, the pulse of the grind,
Every roll unravels, every curve aligned.
A team so tight, the rhythm so true,
Georgia’s finest, Studio 10 crew.

[Chorus]
We wrap the world, make visions real,
Rolling out dreams with a southern feel.
Ink and grit, that’s how we shine,
Georgia’s heart, one wrap at a time.