Intro

Tamam, skibidi matadora

Stand tall—this is your hour

Verse 1

Dust on my boots, but my aim stays clean

Every hard mile made a sharper machine

They drew me a line; I turned it to ground

Put both feet down, let the whole room sound

No borrowed crown, no easy way through

I kept my word when the sky went blue

One more step when the legs say stop

Hands on the work till the doubts all drop

Pre-Chorus

When the weight comes down, I hold my ground

When the door stays shut, I build around

Chorus

Tamam, skibidi matadora