Verse 1 I was movin’ through the workshop madness, no goal to chase, nor plan in hand, Heard an alarm, yanked a lever in panic, and boom — day saved. I’m the man., I fell face-first into a toolbox, came up holdin’ the perfect part. Everybody stared in silence — I just shrugged like, “Yeah, I’m smart.” Chorus I meant to do that — don’t let the stumble fool ya. I got a style so smooth even gravity can’t school ya. Call it luck, call it fate, call it chaos dressed in tact. But every time I trip into perfection, I swear I meant to do that. Verse 2 I was fixin’ up the furnace, just wigglin’ wires like a clown. Dropped a bolt, heard a ping, and the whole thing powered down. Then it powered back up perfect — hummed like it was brand new. I wiped my hands on my shirt and said, “See? That’s what pros do.” Chorus I meant to do that — don’t let the stumble fool ya. I got a style so smooth even gravity can’t school ya. Call it luck, call it fate, call it chaos dressed in tact. But every time I trip into perfection, I swear I meant to do that. Bridge Some folks plan their every move, got charts and graphs and maps. Me? I just bump into the answer like I’m fallin’ through the gaps. But somehow it all lines up, like the universe keeps score. I mess around for five whole minutes — boom, I fix what they tried for four. Final Chorus I meant to do that — don’t let the stumble fool ya. I got a style so smooth even gravity can’t school ya. Call it luck, call it fate, call it chaos dressed in tact. But every time I trip into perfection, I swear I meant to do that. Outro Yeah… I meant to do that. Don’t ask how — I’ll lose the magic if I explain it.
