Made It Out Like That

(hahaha) Got lucky.

(yeah) You should've seen how long I practiced getting lucky.

They saw the hit,

didn't see the hundred misses.

Saw the door open,

didn't see me checking hinges.

Saw the number jump,

never watched it sitting still.

Everybody loves the outcome,

nobody studies what it killed.

Wrong move, new move,

bad bet, reset. Lost time,

learned shit, still ain't done yet.

Years making mistakes till mistakes started teaching— Then something finally worked and

suddenly I'm lucky.

Perfect.

I'll take it.

THEY'LL CALL IT LUCK!

LET 'EM CALL IT WHAT THEY WANT!

They weren't there for every swing when there was nothing getting caught.

They see lightning hit once— I remember every storm.

YEAH, I GOT LUCKY—

I JUST KEPT SHOWING UP FOR MORE!

They'll call it luck!

That's alright with me.

Funny how luck finally found me AFTER YEARS OF HIDE-AND-SEEK!

Lucky that I failed enough to recognize what's wrong.

Lucky I got laughed at and kept moving right along.

Lucky every shortcut turned into the longer route.

Lucky nobody rescued me,

I had to figure something out.

Lucky I was stubborn,

lucky I was pissed.

Lucky I kept swinging when statistically I'd miss.

Lucky every dead end made me turn another way— Man,

I'm unbelievably lucky. Only took a couple thousand fucking days.

Call it timing! Call it chance!

Call it random circumstance!

Call it stars aligning while I kept rebuilding plans!

Call it anything you want,

I ain't arguing the phrase— Just don't forget I bought a thousand

tickets for the day.

So yeah. I

got lucky. THEY'LL CALL IT LUCK!

LET 'EM FUCKING CALL IT LUCK!

I was there when nothing happened,

I was there when nothing stuck.

Every loss increased the odds,

every failure raised the bet— IF THIS IS WHAT LUCK LOOKS LIKE,

I AIN'T FINISHED GETTING LUCKY YET!

They'll call it luck!

I don't need another name.

Keep the credit, keep the story— JUST KEEP PUTTING ME IN THE

GAME!

You got lucky.

Again.