[Intro] ...yeah don’t smooth it ouuut let it fray [Verse 1] Dust on the frame—micro‑root web patternin’ eyes on the chute, you’re recalibratin’ balance and half-brake, half-send—habitually hazardous these narrow little lines need commitment, they’re ravenous names in the granite—tire scuffs, serrated trail doesn’t “flow,” it just steepens and gradients it quiet gets loud when the sound gets evacuated every small slack space… elevated [Pre-Chorus] roll in close—like you’re testin’ a theorem then drop, disappearin’ there’s no “maybe”—maaaaybe… once you’re near it [Chorus] go—on… send it off (send it off) let it pitch—let it drop, let it lock (let it lock) no straight edge—single line, thin design rock lines talk when you cross that liiiiine if it snaps—let it snap (let it snap) no reverse—no map for that call it “just ride,” whatever you need you’re already past “don’t theeeenk” [Verse 2] trailhead sign—warnings writ in decimals you measure the grade but the grade feels skeptical tight switch syntax—granite gymnastics helmet on your hope with the rest of the plastics you stage every pedal—preloaded, performative I trace every rut like a forensic cartographer each little move leaves a measurable dirt-mark scar etched in the loam there—dark, sharp [Pre-Chorus] say “brake”—but it’s late, and it’s steep and there’s no easy keep draaaag that doubt… then you leap [Chorus] go—on… send it off (send it off) let it pitch—let it drop, let it lock (let it lock) no straight edge—single line, thin design rock lines talk when you cross that liiiiine if it snaps—let it snap (let it snap) no reverse—no map for that call it “just ride,” whatever you need you’re already past “don’t theeeenk” [Bridge] no exit plan—no elegant end no bail‑out once you’re knifed in the bends you can’t overthink—just do it again we don’t stop, we just… send [Breakdown] take the hit—don’t rehearse it ride the grit—if it’s rough, that’s the purpose front wheel twiiitch—nervous, cursive lines need faith more than perfect [Final Chorus] go—on… send it off let it shake what you brought no straight edge—single line, thin design every rock sings when it’s under liiiiight if it snaps—let it snap we were never built to track‑stand back call it “just ride,” whatever you need you’re already past “don’t theeeenk” [Outro] ...don’t fix it let it ring oooout
