Intro

From the curb to the crown, we rise

Every setback paid the price

Verse 1

Cold fries in the cupholder, rain on the glass

Had a little in my pocket, made it last

They were counting every stumble, I was counting every lap

Now the same ones asking how I got past

I kept names in my notebook, plans in the margins

Turned a locked front door into a garden

No parade, just pressure, no pardon

Built a bright tomorrow from a hard bargain

Pre-Chorus

If the road gets steep, I lean in

If the doubt gets loud, I breathe in

Every loss left a mark on my skin

Now I wear every scar like a win