[Intro] Nothing under me but air Nothing in my hand but prayer [Verse] Glide too proud and the ground collects Miss one angle and you pay in wrecks But now there’s a little more mercy in speed A new midair answer when your lungs don’t read Focused Aerial Roll — short name, big use Turns blind panic into something loose Not pretty, not flashy, just sharp enough To make bad landings a little less rough [Pre-Chorus] The world gets loud The trick gets small The right move lives Inside the fall [Chorus] Roll before you break Turn before you burn What looks like luck Is something learned Roll before you break Keep your body light The ground hits different When you read it right [Verse] That’s Pywel in a sentence Risk with a hinge Survive by inches Not by cringe [Outro] Nothing under me but sky and nerve The smart move’s small But it’s what you serve
