Next year we rise

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 Next Year We Rise



Super Bowl time is here,  

It’s not the team we want to see near,  

But we definitely don’t want to see Taylor Swift again,  

Kansas City for the win, Mahomes, too cool to pretend.  

I wish it was the Lions, but root, root next year,  

Dan Campbell got the fire, you know he’s steering clear.  

Improvise, adapt, overcome, that’s the deal,  

Fame and power, ambition, we livin’ for the real.  


**(Chorus)**  

Detroit Grind is real, man, can’t sit still,  

Gotta hustle hard, gotta chase that thrill.  

You must realize, relax, focus, slow down,  

We’re the underdogs, but we wear the crown.  


**(Verse 2)**  

We’re dreaming big, shootin’ for the stars,  

Going global, living large, you know who we are.  

Respect the grind, we’ll make it through the storm,  

Detroit pride, man, we break the norm.  

Life’s a game, gotta play it like a pro,  

Every setback’s a setup for a comeback show.  

Squirrel livematter, heroes rise,  

Check the rhymes, man, it’s time to hypnotize.  


**(Chorus)**  

Detroit Grind is real, man, can’t sit still,  

Gotta hustle hard, gotta chase that thrill.  

You must realize, relax, focus, slow down,  

We’re the underdogs, but we wear the crown.  


**(Bridge)**  

Funny commercials, laughter in the air,  

But we’re all about the hustle, life ain’t fair.  

We’re overwhelmed, but we’re not backing down,  

In this game of life, we’re the talk of the town.  


**(Verse 3)**  

So raise your glass, let’s toast to the fight,  

Next year we get it right, put our goals in sight.  


Just remember Patrick Mahomes, you got the style,  

But next season, we’ll be marching down the aisle so enjoy this year because next year you will fear  

So drink your Arizona, get that energy boost,  

We’re the Lions, hear us roar, breakin’ loose.  

This ambition’s contagious, can’t stop the grind,  

We’re rising like a phoenix, leave the doubt behind.  



Detroit Grind is real, but we own that space,  

Improvise, adapt, we’re winning this race.  

You must realize, so let’s take a bow,  

Super Bowl next year, we’re taking it now!

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