trips :: 3 of Forofour (ᗩstrimancy)

[Verse 1] I’m on a roll, the streak is real, Three in a row, the victory seal. The rush of wins, the taste of fame, But in the thrill, I check the game. [Pre-Chorus] It’s easy to fly, to lose my way, To chase the highs and miss the play. The road ahead, it still goes far, Can’t let the moment define who we are. [Chorus] Trips, I’m riding high, Three in a row beneath the sky. But I’ll keep my eyes on what’s to come, The bigger picture, the beating drum. [Verse 2] The crowd may cheer, the lights may blind, But I keep the goal within my mind. Each win’s a step, not the final climb, The journey’s worth the test of time. [Pre-Chorus] Momentum’s strong, but balance calls, To see the rise, avoid the falls. The streak can fade, the fire can burn, But through it all, I’ll live and learn. [Chorus] Trips, I’m riding high, Three in a row beneath the sky. But I’ll keep my eyes on what’s to come, The bigger picture, the beating drum. [Bridge] Celebrate, but don’t lose sight, The path ahead is still in sight. The wins are sweet, the losses sting, But it’s the rhythm of the ring. [Chorus] Trips, I’m riding high, Three in a row beneath the sky. But I’ll keep my eyes on what’s to come, The bigger picture, the beating drum. [Outro] The streak’s a spark, not the whole flame, A piece of a much larger game. Trips, I’ve climbed, but I will see, The journey’s end is still calling me.