Cut glass
in the air Boot heel
on the
one
Room
leans, then it slips
I step where the floor gives way
Still land with the jaw set straight Two feet but the line
cuts slant Whole room on a tilted slant No rush,
let the snare speak plain Lean back,
then I nick the frame Cool face with a live wire grin
Miss once, then I lock back in
Hold, don't crowd the break
Let it trip, let it hang
Low voice under the line (ooh)
We trip forward,
never fall
Cut clean through it,
take it all
Hard frame, cool nerve,
stand tall
When the bar bends,
we still call (yeah)
Lean steel through the softest spot
Dead calm while the grid runs hot
Side eye when the count feels wrong
I make wrong turn into the song
Knees flex when the pocket dips
Teeth set when the floorboards shift
No grand pose, just measured aim
Short breath, then I strike my name
We trip forward,
never fall
Cut clean through it,
take it all
Hard frame, cool nerve,
stand tall
When the bar bends,
we still call Low below and steel on top Leave that space,
then let it knock (yeah)
Count bends
out of sight
Still cool,
still on time