[Intro] Air in the lungs Ground in the future [Verse] Glide too proud and the hillside collects Miss one angle and the map sends regrets Then comes that small, mean miracle move Focused Aerial Roll with the timing to prove What looks like luck is mostly timing What looks like style is mostly climbing Then not climbing Then understanding fast That the earth comes up quicker than your pride can last [Chorus] Roll before stone Turn before fear Tiny decisions keep you here Roll before stone Read the fall right A cool head makes a long drop light [Verse] That’s Pywel in a sentence Risk with a hinge A little body knowledge A little less cringe [Outro] Air in the lungs Dirt somewhere below The smart move’s small That’s why the smart players know
