You walk in like you own the night,

Every step sharp, every move just right.

The crowd parts, like they know your name,

You don’t look back—this is your game.

A wicked grin, a sideways glance,

The room’s on fire with half a chance.

You’ve got the swagger, a spark in the dark,

You’ve got the swagger, a storm in your heart.

You’ve got the swagger, every glance, every stare,

You’ve got the swagger, they’re chasing, but you don’t care.

You’ve got the swagger, you burn too bright,

You’ve got the swagger, lighting up the night.

I’m watching you like a thief in the light,

Every move you make is sharp and tight.

You leave no space, no room to breathe,

A killer instinct they can’t believe.

You hold the room with just one line,

And everyone wants what’s already mine.

You’ve got the swagger, a spark in the dark,

You’ve got the swagger, a storm in your heart.

You’ve got the swagger, every glance, every stare,

You’ve got the swagger, they’re chasing, but you don’t care.

You’ve got the swagger, you burn too bright,

You’ve got the swagger, lighting up the night.

It’s not just the way you move,

It’s the way you never lose.

You take the air, you take the flame,

And leave the rest without a name.

You've got the swagger

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You've got the swagger

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You've got the swagger

the swagger

You’ve got the swagger, a spark in the dark,

You’ve got the swagger, a storm in your heart.

You’ve got the swagger, every glance, every stare,

You’ve got the swagger, they’re chasing, but you don’t care.

You’ve got the swagger, you own the night,

You’ve got the swagger, burning too bright.

You’ve got the swagger, it’s all your own,

A fire that no one else could own.

You walk away, the night’s still yours,

A shadow of fire behind closed doors.