[Intro] Wind under the ribs Ground coming fast [Verse] Glide too proud and the hillside bites Miss one angle and you lose the night But there’s a turn in the body now A small hard answer to gravity’s mouth Focused Aerial Roll in the split-second drop The kind of move that tells panic to stop And if the route goes bad halfway down Blue light still takes you out of town [Chorus] Roll before stone Turn before fear The smart hand lives by the read, not the cheer Roll before stone Don’t wait to pray What looks like luck is a practiced way [Verse] Mounted, swimming, falling through Abyss Nexus still cuts you through That’s not softness, that’s field repair A world this mean rewards prepared [Outro] Wind under the ribs I know the move now
